Lay Up (remix) Lyrics - Meek Mill

Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach 

Was the citys most wanted til I said gimme yo number 

Youngest nigga Im stuntin, no more Civics from Honda 

Money comin in bundles, thats the reason she wanna 

Lay up, lay up 

Lay up, lay up 

I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart 

Id rather fuck in the light, fore I make love in the dark 

'Cause 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, its big checks no pay cut 

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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 mess our flavor, young boy get paper, 

And all I know is go hard, and every time 

I touch that ball I go swish 

She know its game time 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 dont miss (Dont miss), I dont miss (Dont miss) 

I dont 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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Sittin back with this paper fallin in my lap 

Feelin isolated nothin but them hundred stacks 

When your money up tell me who youre supposed to trust 

Every night a different woman, fuck your money up 

My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff 

I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up 

Since I met her she cant keep that pussy off me 

On the pill, Ima kill that pussy softly 

Back to back time to show you how a gangster move 

Keys to the pad, talkin infinity pools 

V12s aint a thang, time to change your name 

Paper stuffed in her purse cant hear her phone ring 

She know its game time 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 dont miss (Dont miss), I dont miss (Dont miss) 

I dont miss when I do it now 

She could get the lay up, all night 

She be tryna lay up, all right 

Homie picture me rollin, all them bitches be on me 

They be fishin for compliments, Im just fishin off Boca 

Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals 

So much over these [?] should have been on a poster 

Infatuated to say the least 

He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week 

Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes 

When it come to showin, I am working with totem pole 

Thats head on head, she give me head, I give her glow 

Im in her body, Im in her head like quote unquote 

The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila 

Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta 

She know its 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 dont miss (Dont miss), I dont miss (Dont miss) 

I dont miss when I do it now 

She could get the lay up, all night 

She be tryna lay up, all right 

From the night to the morn, yeah she tryna lay 

Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play 

Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up 

Lay up, lay up 

Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for 

Lay up