Way Up歌词

作词 : Tracy Richardson/Honorable C.N.O.T.E./Meek Mill
作曲 : Tracy Richardson/Honorable C.N.O.T.E./Meek Mill
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Turn them headphones up, Cruz
Way up
****, 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 **** never get by us
****** like *****es be **** ridin'
Funny how ***** like Rich Pryor
See 'em and I smack the **** out 'em
Throwin' ten k like it's ten dollars
I grab that *****, make a ten out her
I pop a Perc, **** the **** out her
**** 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 **** gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, "Polish it"
She on my ****, I can't make you no promises
Bahgdad on that *****, bombin' ****
Bad bad with that chopper, Osama ****
Rockin' Givenchy ****
Trap at the clear port, *****, we flyin' ****

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 ***** walkin' like done got his weight up
Hold up, *****, I'm movin' fast, they holler, "Wait up"
Fixin' *****es just so I can **** and break her
I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me, then you owe me, **** 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 ***** for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them ****** ain't poppin' ****, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
Broke the law, **** it, lil' *****, it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain't poppin' it
***** 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