Way Up

(album: DC4 - 2016)

[Meek Mill:]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
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
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

That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick riding
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See 'em and I smack the shit out 'em
Throwing 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 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 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 wash the coupe, tell him, "polish it"
She on my dick I can't make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombing shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rocking Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flying 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
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

[Tracy T:]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walking like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I'm moving fast they holler "Wait up"
Fixing bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doing this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck 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 Barneys feeling 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 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 popping shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil' nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain't popping it
Nigga doing 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 coming better save up
Going up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up