Meek Mill - Lay Up lyrics

(feat. Wale, Rick Ross And Trey Songz) [Verse 1 – Meek Mill] Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach Was the city’s most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number Youngest n***a I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda Money comin’ in bundles, that’s the reason she wanna [Bridge – Trey Songz] Lay up, lay up Lay up, lay up [Verse 1 Continued – Meek Mill] I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart I’d rather f** in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark Cuz she was f**in’ me right, it felt like love from the start Was gettin’ money on tour, so we was lovin’ for fall But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup f** all night ‘til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up She mess our flavor, young boy get paper, And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish [Hook – Trey Songz] She know it’s gametime when I do it like that When I pa** it to her baby throw it right back She can get the lay up, all night She be tryna lay up, all right And when I shoot I don’t miss (don’t miss), I don’t miss (don’t miss) I don’t miss when I do it now She could get the lay up, all night She be tryna lay up, all right [Verse 2 – Rick Ross] Sittin’ back with this paper fallin’ in my lap Feelin’ isolated nothin’ but them hundred stacks When your money up tell me who you’re supposed to trust Every night a different woman, f** your money up My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff I came to put you down shorty so what the f** is up Since I met her she can’t keep that p**y off me On the pill, I’mma k** that p**y softly Back to back time to show you how a gangster move Keys to the pad, talkin’ infinity pools V12’s ain’t a thang, time to change your name Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring [Hook] [Verse 3 – Wale] Homie picture me rollin’, all them b**hes be on me They be fishin’ for compliments, I’m just fishin’ off Boca Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals So much over these [?] should have been on a poster Infatuated to say the least He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes When it come to showin’, I am working with totem pole That’s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow I’m in her body, I’m in her head like quote unquote The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta [Hook] [Verse 4 – Trey Songz] From the night to the morn’, yeah she tryna lay Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up Lay up, lay up Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for Lay up