Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & T.I.] Still winnin' We gonna stay gettin' money Stay Trippy in stores August 27th So you niggas know what it is (Remix, baby) [Chorus: Juicy J] High, ain't no comin' down Roll up, let's burn up Turn up, ain't no turnin' down Chasin' this fast money, ain't no slowin' down Hol' up, let's pour up for up, 'cause it's going down High, ain't no comin' down Roll up, let's burn up Turn up, ain't no turnin' down Chasin' this fast money, ain't no slowin' down Hol' up, let's pour up for up, 'cause it's going down [Verse 1: Juicy J] If it ain't loud, I'm turnin' it down This spiritual got me stuck up in the clouds They ain't like me then, they lovin' me now Sip purple, the liter, smoke kush by the pound I got me three blunts and they braided I light 'em up, come over here and get faded Nothin' on me that you can play with I am a G, I got the same guns as the Navy Trippy nigga grindin' hard It's a must I keep that paper pilin' On the roof with the white girls Smokin' hash out a vaporizer I pop a pill, I take a shot, smokin' that kush in the gas mask Weed in the Glad bag, I got more bombs (Boom) than Baghdad Yellow rabbits, blue dolphins, I'm so high, I'm moonwalkin' I've been doin' this for years, and bitch, I'm still not through ballin' Gettin' high on the freeway, my weed be louder than a ambulance Damn right, bitch, yeah, I'm the man, my tour bus like Amsterdam [Chorus: Juicy J] High, ain't no comin' down Roll up, let's burn up Turn up, ain't no turnin' down Chasin' this fast money, ain't no slowin' down Hol' up, let's pour up for up, 'cause it's going down High, ain't no comin' down Roll up, let's burn up Turn up, ain't no turnin' down Chasin' this fast money, ain't no slowin' down Hol' up, let's pour up for up, 'cause it's going down [Interlude: T.I.] Hey, Juice, Hustle Gang You know? I ain't comin' down, I'm up here, stuck here, man Nah, bro, no remote, man, high, shit, ah I'm turnt to the max, aight (Turnty) High [Verse 2: T.I.] I got Actavis in my styrofoam My car so free, can't ride alone My name ring bell like a xylophone I ain't never gotta get high alone I keep bad bitches in my company And hard dick all they want from me I sprinkle some of that on they tongue, a piece 'Cause they know 1-on-1 from me I've been high all night, fucked up all day Gettin' live all night, stay up all day I'm gettin' this bread, I'ma do my thing Nigga, I don't really give a fuck what y'all say I bet my blunt stay lit and my cup stay full And my molly stay strong, ridin' two or three globes Go to rehab, no way, no sir Up here, stuck here, come down, what for? [Chorus: Juicy J] High, ain't no comin' down Roll up, let's burn up Turn up, ain't no turnin' down Chasin' this fast money, ain't no slowin' down Hol' up, let's pour up for up, 'cause it's going down High, ain't no comin' down Roll up, let's burn up Turn up, ain't no turnin' down Chasin' this fast money, ain't no slowin' down Hol' up, let's pour up for up, 'cause it's going down [Outro: Juicy J] High Pour up a deuce, matter of fact, make that a four Okay, now you got the juice