Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
HappyBirthdayCalvin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Jones
Songwriter
William Jeffrey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Jones
Producer
Calvin Holmes
Producer
Aesha Dominguez
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
I said, raise your glasses, puff and pass it
Neighbours say it's loud, the music ain't even blastin'
The D too good I got a lot of Ro' passin'
And now we're higher than ever, like puff puff pass it
See we movin' up like the U Hard Trial
She walk past only rappers when she backin' it up
I told nigga's I'd make it now I'm backin' it up
You know I had to snap back like tattoo's came wit it
Is when I got the word and got me a plane ticket
When L.A. said, "This shit hot" I knew I did it
That's when I told my mama, "We ain't broke no more"
Told my dawgs, "You ain't gotta sell dope no more"
Realise I ain't gotta play pawn in the store
So I got the wardrobe that I couldn't afford
That's Moncler cheque, Polo check
Now that I got a deal, you know I'm up next
They told me, I couldn't do it, they lyin' I still did it
And we ain't low, she ain't gon' see us, we're still winnin'
Now keep your hands high, hold them close to the sky
We gon' shine bright like the 4th of July
They told me, I couldn't do it, they lyin' I still did it
And we ain't low, she ain't gon' see us, we're still winnin'
Now keep your hands high, hold them close to the sky
We gon' shine bright like the 4th of July
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
C'mon, c'mom
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
C'mon, c'mom
Yeah, yeah
Now you mad as can be, I'm livin' a life you nigga's just can't believe
Shit before I was signed, hoes wasn't payin' me mind
Now I'm thinkin' it's time, I know I'm bound to shine
Not even get in the club, they be showin' me love
They like, "He's high hoe"
I'm like, "How it go?"
You see the chain, you better off askin' how I'm froze
Yo money Bruno Mars my shit twenty four karat gold magic
The shit everlasting, despite all the has-beens
Who been steady askin' "Did he get a deal or is he song goin' up?"
I walk in the buildin' they already know it's us
These haters can talk shit, they still anonymous
I got married to the cash, the money monogamous
Damn, I ain't got time for nigga's who hatin' homes
I'm too busy dawg, I got a whole city I'm puttin' on
They told me I couldn't do it, they lyin', I still did it
And when we ain't low, she ain't gon' see us, we still winnin'
Now keep your hands high, hold them close to the sky
We gon' shine bright like the 4th of July
They told me I couldn't do it, they lyin', I still did it
And when we ain't low, she ain't gon' see us, we still winnin'
Now keep your hands high, hold them close to the sky
We gon' shine bright like the 4th of July
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
C'mon, c'mom
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
C'mon, c'mom
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Put your hands in the sky right now
Yeah yeah, puff and pass it
Nah dawg, I can't gas it
Writer(s): Calvin Holmes, William Jones
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