Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey Up There , by - Buddy. Release date: 07.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hey Up There |
| Hey up there, I’m on my way up |
| Tell the radio to play us |
| Blame it on the place I grew up |
| Hit that land mine then I blew up |
| I’ve been on my job too long |
| Damn right I know what I do wrong |
| Ain’t no way that I’m gon' change up |
| Now everybody better pay up |
| Elevator on my way up (On my way up) |
| Penthouse, bad bitch with her feet up (With her feet up, yeah) |
| Dolla need that new Bentley truck (New Bentley truck) |
| They just mad they wanna be us (Oh) |
| Pull out the window, foot on the gas (Gas) |
| Mixin' that Raf with the Kenzo, I sell 'em out fast |
| Slushy, my diamond they wet |
| Slushy, my diamond they wet |
| Always been one step ahead, I keep my foot on their neck, yeah |
| Ayy, with the gang-gang, bitch I’m with the gang-gang (Gang-gang) |
| And when I’m in my Rolls Royce I take up two lanes (Two lanes) |
| They be like, «Boy, that’s how you feel?» |
| I be like, «Shit yeah» |
| Ayy, DJ turn this shit up yeah this that shit, yeah, yeah |
| Hey up there, I’m on my way up |
| (Hey up there, I’m on my way up) |
| Tell the radio to play us |
| (Tell the radio to play us) |
| Blame it on the place I grew up |
| (Shit, blame it on the place I grew) |
| Hit that land mine then I blew up |
| (Yeah, young nigga then blew up) |
| I’ve been on my job too long |
| (Shit, I been doin' too much) |
| Damn right I know what I do wrong |
| (Shit, sometimes I be fuckin' up) |
| Ain’t no way that I’m gon' change up |
| (Shit, I’ma be like this for good) |
| Now everybody better pay up |
| Pay up, pay up |
| Tryna get rich, don’t wanna be famous |
| With my day ones, 75 cents to catch that bus |
| Came up, came up, got my check and then I finesse |
| Say I got next |
| Got right now so I guess I’ll just, kick my feet up (Feet up) |
| Smokin' all this weed, I need a re-up (Re-up) |
| Give it all to me, more money, money |
| Can’t tell me nothing |
| We out here struggling |
| This why we hustling |
| Never heard it like this, don’t lie |
| You ain’t never heard it like this, don’t lie |
| Never heard it like this, don’t lie |
| We ain’t have gifts at Christmas time |
| Now I’m gettin' mine |
| Niggas out here be switchin' sides |
| Stay down 'til I touch the sky, that’s right |
| Hey up there, I’m on my way up |
| (Hey up there, I’m on my way up) |
| Tell the radio to play us |
| (Tell the radio to play us) |
| Blame it on the place I grew up |
| (Aye, blame it on the place I grew) |
| Hit that land mine then I blew up |
| (Yeah, young nigga then blew up) |
| I’ve been on my job too long |
| (Shit, I been doin' too much) |
| Damn right I know what I do wrong |
| (Shit, sometimes I be fuckin' up) |
| Ain’t no way that I’m gon' change up |
| (Shit, I’ma be like this for good) |
| Now everybody better pay up |
| Granny used to tell me, «Boy, don’t look back» |
| That was '96, I was bumpin' Outkast |
| She was up in church like, «Hallelujah» |
| Now it’s getting scary, Freddy Krueger |