Way Up

[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Turn the music way up

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
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 b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches

[Verse 1: Quicktrip]
Stuntin' on these b*tches, frontin' on these b*tches
f*ck the feds, told the b*tch I don't interrogate
Let her f*ck my girlfriend, now she went gay
Old n*ggas 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 b*tch get in my ride, you know she gotta pay
A real boss never take a b*tch away
Never f*ck me good and crack call to my scene
If the b*tch 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 n*gga talkin' loud
Way up, way up, off sky mile

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
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 b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches

[Verse 2: Quicktrip]
Want me in your scene, you see me, owe deposits
I was ballin' on a budget, now a n*gga really got it
Out in Vegas, out in Drais, 20 thousand for a table
Man and Tommy Hayes, n*gga, choppin' up, we some players
Yeah, I'm sittin' at the table with a b*tch with high maintenance
If you want your b*tch, n*gga, 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, sh*t wasn't even unpacked
Came back to the city, brand new hill cap
Sittin' on some red flags, yeah the city mad as f*ck, I'm 20 again
b*tch, I'm makin' money, ain't tryna make friends
They don't f*ck with a n*gga '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 motherf*ckin' club sayin' FACTS

[Hook: Jazze Pha]
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 b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches
Stuntin' on these b*tches, stuntin' on these b*tches