Posted in Foreign Lyrics
Intro:
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them (?) up Cruz
Way up
S**t like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again
Chorus:
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 coming better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Intro:
That indirection never get by us
N****s like b*****s be dick riding
Funny how n***a like (?)
See ’em and I smash the s**t out ’em
Throwing ten k like its ten dollars
I grab that b***h make a ten out her
I pop perc f**k the s**t out her
F**k her so good thought I (?) her
She know I been ’bout it I’m on my way
My chick a Barbie no weave and no makeup
Hand with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
(?) is capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feeling like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leaning like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Selling that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend watch the coup tell ’em polish it
She on my dick I can’t you no promises
Bagdad on that p***y bombing s**t
Bad bad with that chopper Osama s**t
Rocking Givenchy s**t
Trap at the clear port n***a we flying s**t
Chorus:
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 coming better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Verse 2:
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny n***a walking like done got his weight up
Hold up b***h I’m moving fast they holler (Wait up)
Fixing b*****s just so I can f**k and break her
I been doing this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me f**k you pay up
Bombing in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossing up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushing whips and popping pistols for the paper
Going up they want to stop your elevator
Having lunch on top of (?) feeling way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meet me (?)
I pull up with work like I’m (?)
Put tens on that b***h for the haters
That work it came in from lil’ (?)
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them n****s ain’t popping s**t got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
(?) f**k it lil’ n***a it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t popping it
N***a doing dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up
Chorus:
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 coming better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Meek Mill, Tracy T, Way Up Lyrics
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