Meek Mill - Lay Up (Remix) feat. Rick Ross, Trey Songz & Jay-Z lyrics

rate me

She getting to know me, she likin' me next

she kissin' me slow, I'm biting the neck,

this catch in the floor, I'm writing the next,

she ready to blow I'm referring to sex.

Lay up, lay up, lay up, lay up

Sitting back with this paper fallin in my left

feelin isolated nothin but them 100 stacks,

with your money now tell me how you're supposed to trust

every night a different woman f*cking money up

my back account is shake, I corone with puff

I came to put you down shawty so what the f*ck is up

since I met her she can't keep that p**sy off me,

on the kill I'ma kill that p**sy softly

back to back time to show you how a gangsta move

keys to the path, talking infinity moves

V12 anything time to change your name

paper stuff, purse came on the phone yeah.

Chorus:

She know is great time when I do it like that,

when I pass it to her baby throw it right back

she could get you lay up all night,

she'll be trying to lay up alright

and when I shoot I don't miss,

I don't miss, I don't miss, I don't miss

I don't miss when I do it no

she could get you lay up all night,

she'll be tryin to lay up alright.

Hole up, the bigger the boot, better the bitch

my only bones baby girl I ships

a million copy since 96

plus to 95 south flood I double deep,

yeah dope man, I need a dope bitch

so I could give to you all of this dope shit

I know Versace no..no Giuseppe,

Millie your.. introduce you if you let me

I know celemone, jalamone jacke ups,

my cause f*ck em all costumate up

I'm a main nigga, you a main nigga

get away, get away, get away nigga

jumpin off both, haffen on another clip,

every six months I think I need a new f*ckin less

to whom of the plies, whom f*ck you with me,

I'm the greatest alive I know you it was great.

[Chorus:]

Get money come at your stunt my past time

makin love f*ckin like it's my last time

you know we fighting for, we know we f*ckin fight

ain't nothing perfect baby this is f*cking life,

street battle test it, dreams manifested

moving was selling thing nigga we was breaking records

Don Perignon running down my teady on

mother bitches say know me and my baby born

had to run with the low and shawty took a charge

already I don't ball shit I would've been scat

she did it like a G, while I was going hard

now the world is yours but it's your turn to ball,

[Chorus:]

From the night to the morning yes she tryin to lay

got a freaky freaky game and she tryin play,

couple more shots, baby can you make step, step

lay up,

Mike mike just let the back board

give it what you ex for.

I lay up, lay up, I lay up.