Lyrics Light up - Tha Joker feat. Big Fruit & Damar Jackson

We got money cars, clothes and the hoes down to go
And [?] fly below, what is that? I don′t know!
So these bad bitches better pull up
They wanna smoke and get fucked up
Got a foe bow in my cup
Gotta roll the weed and light up!
Light up, light up, light, up
Gotta roll the weed and light up
Light up, light up, light, up
Gotta roll the weed and light up
Light up, light up, light, up
Light up, light up, light, up
Yeah, hold your weed high in the air
If you're getting high
[?] your blunts with the ones that you like
Stuff the bitch, puff the bitch
Past it to the ones that is down for life!
This the one you get bend to
Getting high with the bitch to
[?] your closest nigga
Cause you know he hit it too!
Catch rapping in them rubber bands
Make a bitch weight [?]
Don′t mind if you change the station
But, baby please watch where you at!
Lighten up for my prison day
Still got some of the prison ways
Smoking one with my nigga Vic
We top it up about better days!
Champagne and millions day
Sipping shit with the golden plates
Four ounces in the big blue
I learned that from [?]
Good weed unless she wanting sex
Hoes loving it and you gotta take
No charges now cause we strike it up
Like Michael Jackson, we light it up!
We got money cars, clothes and the hoes down to go
And [?] fly below, what is that? I don't know!
So these bad bitches better pull up
They wanna smoke and get fucked up
Got a foe bow in my cup
Gotta roll the weed and light up!
Light up, light up, light, up
Gotta roll the weed and light up
Light up, light up, light, up
Gotta roll the weed and light up
Light up, light up, light, up
Light up, light up, light, up
Good Indonesia, talking about that kind of shit
That have you fucking freezing
[?] stuck like when they ask you, when they look at me
That's the one that was smoking weed
That′s the one who replied to me
Whole time my [?], my fans love when I burn it down
The cash rather fucking count!
(So they can watch me doing it how I do it)
As I burn it down, bad bitch with long miles
Gucci shades when I blow [?]
I just broke a pair that cost one thousand
But hater nigga, I′m all smiles!
Smoking one with my kids and me
Baby mommas can't deal with me
Tripping off my ego, cause I know the hoes were feeling me
Waking up to them Cally dreams, spit her real, I bust it down
Come and test this shit the nigga smoke!
Cavin down!
We got money cars, clothes and the hoes down to go
And [?] fly below, what is that? I don′t know!
So these bad bitches better pull up
They wanna smoke and get fucked up
Got a foe bow in my cup
Gotta roll the weed and light up!
Light up, light up, light, up
Gotta roll the weed and light up
Light up, light up, light, up
Gotta roll the weed and light up
Light up, light up, light, up
Light up, light up, light, up