Way Up (feat. Tracy T)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Honorable C.N.O.T.E.

Turn the headphones a lil up, Cruz, way up

Shit, like I'm Jackie Chan

Summer, it’s 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 us (Run it)

It’s all business, ain’t no favors

We're so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

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

Going up like elevators

We're so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up, way up, way up)

That indirect shit never get by us

****, like bitches, be dick ridin'

Funny how **** like Rich Pryor

See ‘em and I smack the shit out ‘em

Throw up 10K like its ten dollars

Upgrade her, then make a 10 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

Thelonious Capers when I’m in that Wraith

Ooh, I’m feeling like Meechie, '03 ATL

Purp got me leaning like I’m on a rail

Mixing that Birk with that new YSL, woo!

Selling that dope gave me confidence

Bought that new Rolls, 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

Baghdad on that pussy, bombing shit

Bad, bad with that chopper, Osama shit

Rocking Givenchy shit

Trap at the Clearport, ****, we fly as 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 us (Run it)

It’s all business, ain’t no favors

We're so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

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

Going up like elevators

We're so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up, way up, way up)

Way up, way up, way up

Skinny **** walkin' like done got his weight up

Hold up, bitch, I’m moving fast, they holler, "Wait up"

Fixin' bitches, just so I can fuck and break ‘em

I been doing this since Jacob came with Jacob’s

If you know me then you owe me, fuckin' pay up

Bombin' in Atlanta, AKA Al Qaeda

Cross her up, I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay-up

Pushing whips and popping pistols for the paper

Goin' up, they want to stop your elevator

Having lunch on top of Barney’s, feeling way up

Paper on Rodeo, hey, ho, I got flavor

Ha, Meek Milly, pull up that Wraith up

Huh, I pull up with work like I’m Rayful

Huh, put tints on that bitch for the haters

Huh, that work in came in from Laredo

Got bales and got bricks and they came in a trailer

Ha, them **** ain’t popping shit

Got a shot on me like I am Stojakovic

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

Yeah, you might got a gun, but you ain’t popping it

**** doing dirty business, goddamn, Lord save' em

Huh, 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 us (Run it)

It’s all business, ain’t no favors

We're so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up)

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

Going up like elevators

We're so way up, way up, way up, way up (Way up, way up, way up)