Meek Mill - Lay Up (Remix) Lyrics
feat. Jay-Z & Trey Songz[Verse 1: Rick Ross]She getting to know meShe liking me nextShe kissing me slowI'm biting her neckJust catching the flowI'm writing the nextShe ready to blowI'm referring to sex, Yes[Interlude: Trey Songz]Lay up, lay upLay up, lay up[Verse 2: Rick Ross]Siting back with these paper falling in my lapFeeling isolated nothing but them hundred stacksWhen your money up tell me who you supposed to trustEvery night a different women *****ing money upMy bank account in shape, I can run with PuffI came to put you down shorty so what the ***** is upSince I met her she can't keep that ***** off meOn a pill I'mma kill that ***** softlyBack to back tryna show you how gangster moveKeys to the pent, talking infinity poolsV12's ain't a thing tryna change her namePapers stuffed in her purse can't hear her phone ring[Hook: Trey Songz]She know it’s gametime when I do it like thatWhen I pass it to her baby throw it right backShe can get the lay up, all nightShe be tryna lay up, all rightAnd 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 nowShe could get the lay up, all nightShe be tryna lay up, all right[Verse 3: Jay-Z]Hold upThe bigger the boat, the better the *****Not only boats baby girl I shipsA million copies since '96Plus that nintey five south love I double dip, damnDope man I need a dope *****So I can divey up, all of this dope shitI know Versace, know Givenchy, know GuiseppeEmilio Pucci introduce you if you let meI know Stella, Margiela, Marc JacobsMicheal Kors ***** 'em all, custom made stuffI'm a made nigga, you a maid niggaGet a way, getaway, get away niggaJumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliffEvery six months I think I need a new bucket listTo whom it appliesWho *****in' with meI'm the greatest aliveLove, I know you agree[Hook][Verse 4: Rick Ross]Getting money come natural stunt in my past timeMaking love *****ing like it's my last timeYou know we fight and *****, you know we ***** and fightAin't nothing perfect baby this is *****ing lifeStreet battle tested, dreams manifestedWhen we was selling things nigga we was breaking recordsDom Pérignon running down my tatted armOther *****es hating on me and my baby bornHad her running with the low and shorty took the chargeAlready out on bond, shit I would been scaredShe did it like a chief while I was going hardNow the world is yours, it's your time to ball[Hook][Verse 5: Trey Songz]From the night to the morn’, yeah she tryna layGot a freaky, freaky game and she tryna playCouple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay upLay up, lay upMight just slap the backboard, give you what you ask forLay up
