- Meek Mill Way Up 歌词
- Meek Mill
- Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Turn them headphones up, Cruz Way up Shit, 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 It's 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
[Verse 1: Meek Mill] That indirect shit never get by us Niggas like bitches be dick ridin' Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor See 'em and I smack the shit out 'em Throwin' ten k like it's ten dollars I grab that bitch, make a ten out her I pop a Perc, fuck the shit out her Fuck her so good, thought I care '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 '03 ATL Purp got leanin' like I'm 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 dick, I can't make you no promises Bahgdad on that pussy, bombin' shit Bad bad with that chopper, Osama shit Rockin' Givenchy shit Trap at the clear port, nigga, we flyin' shit
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 It's 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 [Verse 2: Tracy T] Way up, way up, way up Skinny nigga walkin' like done got his weight up Hold up, bitch, I'm movin' fast, they holler, "Wait up" Fixin' bitches just so I can fuck and break her I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs If you know me, then you owe me, fuck you pay up Bombin' in Atlana a.k.a. 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 ho, I got flavor Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up I pull up with work like I'm Rayful Put tens on that bitch for the haters That work it came in from Loredo Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer Them niggas ain't poppin' shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković Broke the law, fuck it, lil' nigga, it got me rich Ya you might got a gun but you ain't poppin' it Nigga doin' dirty business, goddamn, Lord save 'em Dirty money on the low, it got me way up, way up, way up 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 It's 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
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