She getting to know me

She liking me next

She kissing me slow

I'm biting her neck

Just catching the flow

I'm writing the next

She ready to blow

I'm referring to sex, Yes

Lay up, lay up

Lay up, lay up

Siting back with these paper falling in my lap

Feeling isolated nothing but them hundred stacks

When your money up tell me who you supposed to trust

Every night a different women fucking money up

My bank account in shape, I can run with Puff

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

Since I met her she can't keep that pussy off me

On a pill I'mma kill that pussy softly

Back to back tryna show you how gangster move

Keys to the pent, talking infinity pools

V12's ain't a thing tryna change her name

Papers stuffed in her purse can't hear her phone ring

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, I 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

Hold up

The bigger the boat, the better the bitch

Not only boats baby girl I ships

A million copies since '96

Plus that nintey five south love I double dip, damn

Dope man I need a dope bitch

So I can divey up, all of this dope shit

I know Versace, know Givenchy, know Guiseppe

Emilio Pucci introduce you if you let me

I know Stella, Margiela, Marc Jacobs

Micheal Kors fuck 'em all, custom made stuff

I'm a made nigga, you a maid nigga

Get a way, getaway, get away nigga

Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff

Every six months I think I need a new bucket list

To whom it applies

Who fuckin' with me

I'm the greatest alive

Love, I know you agree

Getting money come natural stunt in my past time

Making love fucking like it's my last time

You know we fight and fuck, you know we fuck and fight

Ain't nothing perfect baby this is fucking life

Street battle tested, dreams manifested

When we was selling things nigga we was breaking records

Dom Pérignon running down my tatted arm

Other bitches hating on me and my baby born

Had her running with the low and shorty took the charge

Already out on bond, shit I would been scared

She did it like a chief while I was going hard

Now the world is yours, it's your time to ball

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