Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay Up, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lay Up |
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach |
Was the city’s most wanted 'til I said gimme yo number |
Youngest n*gga I’m stuntin', no more Civics from Honda |
Money comin' in bundles, that’s the reason she wanna |
(Lay up, lay up, lay up, lay up) |
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart |
I’d rather f*ck in the light, 'fore I make love in the dark |
Cuz she was f*ckin' me right, it felt like love from the start |
Was gettin' money on tour, so we was lovin' for fall |
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup |
F*ck all night 'til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up |
Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut |
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers |
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters |
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up |
She Hermes all flavor (?), young boy get paper |
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish |
She know it’s game time when I do it like that |
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back |
She can get the lay up, all night |
She be tryna lay up, all right |
And when I shoot I don’t miss (don't miss), I don’t miss (don't miss) |
I don’t miss when I do it now |
She could get the lay up, all night |
She be tryna lay up, all right |
Sittin' back with this paper fallin' in my lap |
Feelin' isolated nothin' but them hundred stacks |
When your money up tell me who you’re supposed to trust |
Every night a different woman, f*ck your money up |
My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff |
I came to put you down shorty so what the f*ck is up |
Since I met her she can’t keep that pussy off me |
On the pill, I’ma kill that pussy softly |
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move |
Keys to the pad, talkin' infinity pools |
V12's ain’t a thang, time to change your name |
Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring |
She know it’s game time when I do it like that |
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back |
She can get the lay up, all night |
She be tryna lay up, all right |
And when I shoot I don’t miss (don't miss), I don’t miss (don't miss) |
I don’t miss when I do it now |
She could get the lay up, all night |
She be tryna lay up, all right |
Homie picture me rollin', all them b*tches be on me |
They be fishin' for compliments, I’m just fishin' off Boca |
Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals |
So much over these hoes should have been on a poster |
Infatuated to say the least |
He lay it weak, I lay you once, you lay a week |
Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes |
When it come to showin', I am working with totem pole |
That’s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow |
I’m in her body, I’m in her head like quote unquote |
The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila |
Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta |
She know it’s game time when I do it like that |
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back |
She can get the lay up, all night |
She be tryna lay up, all right |
And when I shoot I don’t miss (don't miss), I don’t miss (don't miss) |
I don’t miss when I do it now |
She could get the lay up, all night |
She be tryna lay up, all right |
From the night to the morn', yeah she tryna lay |
Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play |
Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up |
Lay up, lay up |
Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for |
Lay up, lay up |