Way Up - Meek Mill, Tracy T

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

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 (Way up)

Can’t believe they tried to play us (What?)

Run a check and tell 'em pay up (Run it)

It’s all business, ain’t no favors (Woo)

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

Summer comin', better save up (It's comin!)

Going up like elevators (Comin up!)

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up, way up, way up)

That indirect shit never get by us

Niggas like bitches be dick ridin'

Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor

See 'em and I smack the shit out 'em

Throwin' 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 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 pussy, bombin' shit

Bad bad with that chopper, Osama shit

Rockin' Givenchy shit

Trap at the clear port, nigga, we flyin' shit

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

Can’t believe they tried to play us (What?)

Run a check and tell 'em pay up (Run it)

It’s all business, ain’t no favors (Woo)

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

Summer comin', better save up (It's comin!)

Going up like elevators (Comin up!)

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up, way up, way up)

Way up, way up, way up

Skinny nigga walkin' like done got his weight up

Hold up, bitch, I’m movin' fast, they holler, «Wait up»

Fixin' bitches just so I can fuck and break her

I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs

If you know me, then you owe me, fuck 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 bitch for the haters

That work it came in from Laredo

Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer

Them niggas ain’t poppin' shit, got a shot on me like I am Stojaković

Broke the law, fuck it, lil' nigga, it got me rich

Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin' it

Nigga doin' dirty business, goddamn, Lord save 'em

Dirty money on the low, it got me way up, way up, way up

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

Can’t believe they tried to play us (What?)

Run a check and tell 'em pay up (Run it)

It’s all business, ain’t no favors (Woo)

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

Summer comin', better save up (It's comin!)

Going up like elevators (Comin up!)

I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up, way up, way up)