Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way Up, artist - Quicktrip
Date of issue: 08.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Way Up |
I’m goin' to the top, goin' way up |
Find us in the club, goin' way up |
We 'bout to get a tab, run it way up |
All of my dues, they been paid up |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, frontin' on these bitches |
Fuck the feds, told the bitch I don’t interrogate |
Let her fuck my girlfriend, now she went gay |
Old niggas always got somethin' bad to say |
Way up, way up, where I’m tryna stay |
Been broke so many times, ain’t goin' back that way |
Made a mil last week, you know I’m tryna play |
If your bitch get in my ride, you know she gotta pay |
A real boss never take a bitch away |
Never fuck me good and crack call to my scene |
If the bitch try to leave, you say andele |
Private jet when we flyin' off the runway |
Way up, way up, I got sky mile |
Scott pull the trip, you know I’m in the cloud |
Bankroll, got a young nigga talkin' loud |
Way up, way up, off sky mile |
I’m goin' to the top, goin' way up |
Find us in the club, goin' way up |
We 'bout to get a tab, run it way up |
All of my dues, they been paid up |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Want me in your scene, you see me, owe deposits |
I was ballin' on a budget, now a nigga really got it |
Out in Vegas, out in Drais, 20 thousand for a table |
Man and Tommy Hayes, nigga, choppin' up, we some players |
Yeah, I’m sittin' at the table with a bitch with high maintenance |
If you want your bitch, nigga, might have to buy her back |
Call on the phone, tell him book me 2 flights |
Yeah, I’m on the next flight, go to Miami tonight |
Told girl to pack her bag, shit wasn’t even unpacked |
Came back to the city, brand new hill cap |
Sittin' on some red flags, yeah the city mad as fuck, I’m 20 again |
Bitch, I’m makin' money, ain’t tryna make friends |
They don’t fuck with a nigga 'less you gettin' it in |
Next night, 100 mil, lemme get it in |
You playin', ain’t got a lot, you know I’m |
I got the whole motherfuckin' club sayin' FACTS |
I’m goin' to the top, goin' way up |
Find us in the club, goin' way up |
We 'bout to get a tab, run it way up |
All of my dues, they been paid up |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |
Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches |