Meek Mill – Way Up lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit 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

Its 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 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 cared ’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 or three ATL

Purp got leanin’ like I 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

[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

Its 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 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 aka 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 hoe 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 Loredo

Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer

Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković

[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich

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

Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em

Dirty money on the Lord 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

Its 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

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