@thankyoutakeoff - Way Up lyrics

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@thankyoutakeoff - Way Up lyrics

[Hook: May Rock] You know me, money man I run the check up Rap game sick, might need a check up When it comes to money, I just tell you pay up I just think this sh** is easy like a lay up Cash the check then my bank account go way up [Verse 1: May Rock] All I know is money, they should put me on the money team (money) And I'm never taking L's, I'm like Charlie Sheen (we winning) Posted with your b**h, you be like the f** you mean? (what?) Welly just turned seventeen like the magazine (Welly P) I'm on the front page cause I've always been a G, a G (yeah) Gee whiz, she a freak b**h (b**h) And a freaky track to put up on your speakers (boom) My mom told me eat my greens, okra (activist) And I'm bankroll, more money than Oprah (R.I.P.) Yeah, dick game king cobra (snake) Think you rapping better than me like no bruh Yeah, Shia LaBeouf, no Even Stevens (uh) And Lupe know I'm beaming (yeah), and I'm just steady schemin (right), and I'm not dreaming, this sh** just a reality (huh?) All they need to do is buy my sh** like QVC Heard you talking beef, yeah we on that burger sh** (beef) Charles Manson on the track, know I murder sh** Rapping while I'm high, yeah I'm on that Berner sh** Thank you Takeoff, gave me the beat and I murdered it (yahh) [Hook: May Rock] You know me, money man I run the check up Rap game sick, might need a check up When it comes to money, I just tell you pay up I just think this sh** is easy like a lay up Cash the check then my bank account go way up [Verse 2: Icon] Easy like a layup, got your b**h to pay up Ain't no making up, only making out, get your b**h some take out s**ing on my chicken wing, then I gave her my third leg like it's her birthday I don't give a f**, snorting all this yay, then I f** your b**h Looking like Christmas Day when I gift her my dick I'm coming through with a fat a** spliff, s** my dick And get your b**h all up off my sh**, all up off my sh** Working shift to shift, getting paid every day I don't f** with no lame b**h, swerving lane to lane call that sh** a lane switch I pull a David Blaine, disappear on a hoe, now I'm on a plane on the mile high club Only here to entertain, what's that sh** up in my cup? Call that dirty sprite That's dirty money water, f** a b**h I just might Knock that p**y out like it's fight night In the dead of the night, hit a lick and hit a motherf**er with a ber knife (doo doo) That's all I gotta say, so Ima call it a day Don't f** with me or I'll start to spray (gang gang) [Hook: May Rock] You know me, money man I run the check up Rap game sick, might need a check up When it comes to money, I just tell you pay up I just think this sh** is easy like a lay up Cash the check then my bank account go way up