Lyrics

Yo, you know how we doin' it I got some more on the way up (I got some...) I got some more on the way up (I got some more on the way up) I got some more on the way up (more on the way up) I got some more on the way up I got some more on the way up I got some more and some more and some more And some more and some more on the way up (more on the way up) I'm in the penthouse, got ten feet Got some more on thе way up (more on the way up) Yeah, top floor, yеah, the top floor Yeah, way, way up (way, way up) You know I ran the shack, yeah, ran the shack Way, way, way up (way, way up), yeah We got some more on the way up (way up) She on the couch, gotta wake up (wake up) She won't fuck, won't make her, huh (make her) I hate bitches with makeup (makeup) Bitch, I'm the man (man) Take off them pants (Pants) Them bands, make her dance Too much ice on my hands She know I'm a boss, I'm nothin' like her dude Ooh, she cool, she know how I move Ooh, and she come with two Like my chain, get her wet like a pool High as a threesome And there's three of 'em (three of 'em) Boy, I'm not no peon (peon) It's just me and Dion (Dion) This right here for lil' Dion Hey, you ever, ever got fucked on the top floor? (Top floor) On the counter, on the counter, in the bando (bando) Young nigga kickin' that shit like puncho One more, two more, three more, four more Four bad bitches, I'm ridin' out a four door You already know how it go, though Get her in the spot, make her jump like pogo But you gotta keep it on the low-low I got some more on the way up (I got some...) I got some more on the way up (I got some more on the way up) I got some more on the way up I got some more on the way up I got some more on the way up I got some more and some more and some more And some more and some more on the way up (more on the way up) I'm in the penthouse, got ten feet Got some more on thе way up (more on the way up) Yeah, top floor, yеah, the top floor Yeah, way, way up (way, way up) You know I ran the shack, yeah, ran the shack Way, way, way up (way, way up), yeah Bitch, I'm from the East, but I got rich in the A I sold all my weed, I got some more on the way I might put a four in the Faygo Lately, I been drinkin' heavy 10,000 to me, that's fetti No problems with sellin' drugs Young nigga never been in luck She ask for five, I send her Dugg Do for who, I did enough Weak bitch must be in her feelings Play with me, I'm sendin' killers I woke up with money on my mind Life or death with me or not Sister in a legend now I made a cool mill' Can't take shit away from a nigga, I kept it too real Won't ask her to wait for me Baby girl, just pray for me Know where he at, 28 a piece And that shit come in in crystals Even in church, I keep my pistol Play if you want, get put in a song, bitch I got some more on the way up (I got some...) I got some more on the way up (I got some more on the way up) I got some more on the way up (more on the way up) I got some more on the way up I got some more on the way up I got some more and some more and some more And some more and some more on the way up (more on the way up) I'm in the penthouse, got ten feet Got some more on thе way up (more on the way up) Yeah, top floor, yеah, the top floor Yeah, way, way up (way, way up) You know I ran the shack, yeah, ran the shack Way, way, way up (way, way up), yeah Ha, young nigga groovy, huh, baby? Groovy, hey She diggin' my swagger (swagger) She all in my drip, she callin' me daddy (daddy) She know that's the bag (bag) A bad bae, I been that bag (bag) Hit from the-, hit from the back (back) She got that ass, I'm rubbin' that ass (rubbin' that ass) Crawl on your knees (huh) Suck that dick, look at me Ooh, bend over (over) It's late at night, they stayin' over (stayin' over) Ain't playin', no (no) Can't give my heart to nan' ho (damn, ho) You ain't never, ever, fucked a nigga like me (like me) Drippin' so icy (icy) Off-White, Nike (Nike) Bitch, I go dumb, dumb Bitch, I'm like vroom, vroom Baby girl like it, like it (like it) She wanna lick the icing (icing) I think that bitch a Pisces (Pisces) I think that bitch a psychic (psychic) She told me she had a friend She knew how I like it (like it, like it)
Writer(s): Devarius Moore, Dion Marquise Hayes, Nikolai Dubyna Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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