[Intro 1: Meek Mill]
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city’s most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda
Money come in abudance, that’s the reason she wanna
[Intro 2: Trey Songz]
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I’d rather fuck in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark
Cuz she was fuckin’ me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin’ money on tour, so we was lovin’ for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night ‘til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She Hermes all flavors, young boy get paper
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
She know it’s gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And 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 now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city’s most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda
Money come in abudance, that’s the reason she wanna
[Intro 2: Trey Songz]
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I’d rather fuck in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark
Cuz she was fuckin’ me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin’ money on tour, so we was lovin’ for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night ‘til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She Hermes all flavors, young boy get paper
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
She know it’s gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And 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 now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
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