Way Up - Quicktrip, 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 bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, frontin' on these bitches

Fuck the feds, told the bitch I don’t interrogate

Let her fuck my girlfriend, now she went gay

Old niggas 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 bitch get in my ride, you know she gotta pay

A real boss never take a bitch away

Never fuck me good and crack call to my scene

If the bitch 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 nigga talkin' loud

Way up, way up, off sky mile

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 bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Want me in your scene, you see me, owe deposits

I was ballin' on a budget, now a nigga really got it

Out in Vegas, out in Drais, 20 thousand for a table

Man and Tommy Hayes, nigga, choppin' up, we some players

Yeah, I’m sittin' at the table with a bitch with high maintenance

If you want your bitch, nigga, 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, shit wasn’t even unpacked

Came back to the city, brand new hill cap

Sittin' on some red flags, yeah the city mad as fuck, I’m 20 again

Bitch, I’m makin' money, ain’t tryna make friends

They don’t fuck with a nigga '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 motherfuckin' club sayin' FACTS

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 bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches

Stuntin' on these bitches, stuntin' on these bitches