Tracy T - Way Up lyrics

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Tracy T - Way Up lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Turn them headphones up, Cruz Way up sh**, like I'm Jackie Chan Summer is lit and we back again [Hook: 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 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 sh** never get by us n***as like b**hes be dick ridin' Funny how n***a like Rich Pryor See 'em and I smack the sh** out 'em Throwin' ten k like it's ten dollars I grab that b**h, make a ten out her I pop a Perc, f** the sh** out her f** 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 p**y, bombin' sh** Bad bad with that chopper, Osama sh** Rockin' Givenchy sh** Trap at the clear port, n***a, we flyin' sh** [Hook: 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 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 n***a walkin' like done got his weight up Hold up, b**h, I'm movin' fast, they holler, "Wait up" Fixin' b**hes just so I can f** and break her I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs If you know me, then you owe me, f** 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 b**h for the haters That work it came in from Loredo Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer Them n***as ain't poppin' sh**, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković Broke the law, f** it, lil' n***a, it got me rich Ya you might got a gun but you ain't poppin' it n***a doin' dirty business, goddamn, Lord save 'em Dirty money on the low, it got me way up, way up, way up [Hook: 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 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