Rich Homie Quan - Weight Up (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] [Bridge] I done finally got my weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up Got my motherf**ing weight up [Hook] See, I done finally got my weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up On them nights, see I would stay up For that motherf**ing paper Asking god for a way up For a war I gotta stay up And I ain't never lived for the dime bell But I done got my f**in' weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up Got my weight up Got my motherf**in' weight up I'm gon' stay up I'm gon' stay up I'm gon' stay up I'm gon' stay up I'm gon' stay up That's a message to my motherf**in' haters [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] See I remember at first Everybody was sleepin' on me I tried to wake them up But they still went temperpedic on me My n***a Millie is still 'free the homie' How the f** can I go to Hell With all these baby Jesus on me? Reefer on me, visa on me, .40 on me Mo'niffa on me, b**hes on me n***as lonely, cause I got they ho down Yo b**h up in that spoe' now Roll out, full car, deep and switchin' lanes on 'em Color coated paint on 'em, f** it, go insane on 'em All white bucket seats Same color c**aine homie And them b**hes ain't f**in' for free If you met 'em at the flame, homie Damon Wayans, shame on 'em I ain't lift the weight, but pounds gained on 'em And my number still the same on 'em If you want them thang' from me You can still get it for the same number Or cheaper Cause you know a n***a b**h hit Ah, b**hes are the only thang I bench 'pressed [Hook] [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] Lot of n***as a** up like a shape up f** a 9-5 them n***as don't pay enough The money you know we gonna get it I'm stylin i'm stylin designer Hit like mayweather we fighting [Hook] [Verse 3: Offset] Get your weight up cause you dont weight enough In my G-o it ain't no trailer riding round in spaceships Im the truth ain't no lie around me all my n***as keep a hundred round clip from around me Young rich n***a riding round in a Bentley Hurt a n***a feelings cause im on a hill in Beverly Drop house look like a bakery I see u f** n***as hating know its jealousy The audi, the Masi; exotic, Bugatti, Ferrari, you n***as is sorry My n***as they ballin; Amare [Hook] [Outro]