Way Up

Club going down, tell ‘em turn me way up
Way, way up
When I’m in your town tell ‘em turn me way up
Way, way up
Way up, way up
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Way, way, way up
Woah, woah, way up
We be goin’ hard, why you tryna play us?
All about the money, tell a ******* pay up
You can’t even buy the bar, ******* get your cake up
Lil ******* it get real out here, wake up
Got to say a prayer every day I wake up
Side ******* in my ear, says she wanna break up
Main ******* in the bed, tell her don’t wait up
Keep her face clean, I don’t do the makeup
And if the ******* leave I don’t do the make-ups
Everybody hate, I ain’t never changed up
Went and dropped a couple *******s, had to get my change up
Got to ball hard, ******* that’s a layup
And if the ******* bomb I’ma have to lay up
Tell me time is money, don’t you ever take up
All these *******s fell off but they taking pay cuts
Club going down, tell ‘em turn me way up
Way, way up
When I’m in your town tell ‘em turn me way up
Way, way up
Way up, way up
Way, way, way up
Way up, way up
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Way, way, way, way up
Hold up AD, this *******t too easy, it’s a layup
Yeah, and I’m the one who brought the Bay up
It's ******* hoes from Rodéo with shopping sprees in Rodéo now
Yeah, and I got big big plans
Millions, billions, trillions
Kick the fake out, bring the real in
I’m taking trips out where they spend yen
And that’s China, all I know is designer
Making money my major but macking hoes is my minor
And now I’m hotter than 400 degrees
You gon’ run them bands up if you running with me
And ain’t nothing for free, everything got a price tag
5k for the fit, that’s a light dab
Running numbers in my head cause I like math
Now bring it right back, kick it like I’m Mike Jackson
Club going down, tell ‘em turn me way up
Way, way up
When I’m in your town tell ‘em turn me way up
Way, way up
Way up, way up
Way, way, way up
Way up, way up
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