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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Meek Mill
Leadgesang
Ashanti Floyd
Programmierung
Kane Beatz
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ashanti Floyd
Songwriter:in
Christopher Morgan
Songwriter:in
Matthew Barrett
Songwriter:in
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter:in
Rick Ross
Songwriter:in
Sean Fenton
Songwriter:in
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter:in
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kane Beatz
Produzent:in
Ricky Rozay
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Ashanti Floyd
Co-Produzent:in
Justin Smith
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Maybach Music)
(Kane is in the building, ****) Uh
[Verse 2]
Shorty bad as my son is
Pretty face and no stomach
Was the city's most wanted
Till I said, "Give me your number"
Youngest ****, I'm stunting
No more Civics from Honda
Money comin', abundance
That's the reason she wanna
[Verse 3]
Lay up
Lay up
Lay up
Lay up
[Verse 4]
Uh
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
'Cause she was fucking me right
It felt like love from the start
Was getting money on tour
So we was loving from far
But first we go together then breakup
Tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night till we wake up
And like George Gervin we layup
'Cause all them lies I made up
It's big checks, no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida
Heat game versus 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 Hermès, all flavors (Woah)
Young boy get paper (Paper)
And all I know is go hard
And every time I touch that ball, I go swish
[Verse 5]
You know it's 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 (Up)
All night (Yeah)
She be tryna lay up (Up)
All right
[Verse 6]
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 (Up)
All night (Yeah)
She be tryna lay up (Up)
All right (Yeah)
[Verse 7]
Sitting back with this paper falling in my lap
Feeling isolated, nothing but them hunnid stacks
When your money up, tell me who you 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?
Huh, since I met her she can't keep that pussy off me
On the pill, I'ma kill that pussy softly
Back-to-back, time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talking infinity pools
V12's ain't a thing, time to change your name
Paper stuffed in her purse
Can't hear her phone ring
[Verse 8]
She know it's 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 (Up)
All night (Yeah)
She be tryna lay up (Lay up)
All right
[Verse 9]
And when I shoot I don't miss (Don't miss)
Don't miss (Don't miss)
I don't miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up (Up)
All night (Yeah)
She be tryna lay up (Up)
All right (Yeah)
[Verse 10]
Homie, picture me rolling
All the bitches be on me
They be fishing for compliments
I'm just fishing out Boca
Made a grip out them vocals
Got a gift with the vocals
So much over these so-and-so's
Shoulda been on poster
Whoo, uh, infatuated, to say the least
He lay it weak, I lay you once, you lay a week
Wale a freak, he know it, though, don't go with hoes
When it come to shone, I am working with totem pole
That's head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
I'm in her body, I'm in her head like quote-unquote
That coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila
"Au revoir" to my rivals, double M, genius, shotta
[Verse 11]
She know it's game time when I do it like that
When I pass it to her, baby throw it right back
She could get the lay up
All night
She be tryna lay up
All right
And when I shoot I don't miss (Don't miss)
Don't miss (Don't miss)
Don't miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up
All night
She be tryna lay up
All right (Yeah)
[Verse 12]
From the night to the morn', yeah, she tryna lay
Got a freaky, freaky game that she tryna play
Couple more shots, baby, can you make it stay
Stay up
[Verse 13]
(Lay up) Ah, lay up
Lay up
Might, might just slap the backboard
Give you what you ask for
(Lay up) Lay up, lay up, ooh
[Verse 14]
Lay up
I lay up
I lay up
I lay up
Written by: A. FLOYD, D. Johnson, D. Morgan, M. Barrett, O. Akintimehin, R. Williams, T. Neverson, W. Roberts