เนื้อเพลง Way up - Meek Mill

[Meek Mill:]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Sh*t like I'm Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again

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

That indirect sh*t never get by us
N*ggas like b*tches be d*ck ridin'
Funny how n*gga like Rich Pryor
See 'em and I smack the sh*t out 'em
Throwin' ten k like it's ten dollars
I grab that b*tch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, f*ck the sh*t out her
F*ck 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 d*ck I can't make you no promises
Bahgdad on that p*ssy bombin' sh*t
Bad bad with that chopper Osama sh*t
Rockin' Givenchy sh*t
Trap at the clear port n*gga we flyin' sh*t

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

[Tracy T:]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny n*gga walkin' like done got his weight up
Hold up b*tch I'm movin' fast they holler "Wait up"
Fixin' b*tches just so I can f*ck and break her
I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me f*ck 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 b*tch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them n*ggas ain't poppin' sh*t, got a shot on me like Peja Stojakovic
[?] f*ck it lil' n*gga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain't poppin' it
N*gga doin' dirty business got damn Lord save 'em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

[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