Way up – Meek Mill feat Tracy T
[Meek Mill:]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Sh_t like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
That indirect sh_t never get by us
N_ggas like b_tches be d_ck ridin’
Funny how n_gga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the sh_t out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that b_tch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, f_ck the sh_t out her
F_ck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my d_ck I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that p_ssy bombin’ sh_t
Bad bad with that chopper Osama sh_t
Rockin’ Givenchy sh_t
Trap at the clear port n_gga we flyin’ sh_t
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Tracy T:]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny n_gga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up b_tch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ b_tches just so I can f_ck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me f_ck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that b_tch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them n_ggas ain’t poppin’ sh_t, got a shot on me like Peja Stojakovic
[?] f_ck it lil’ n_gga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
N_gga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up
[Meek Mill:]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
