Way Up

This wave is way up, we bosses pay up. This sauce is dripping off this, get moneys how We chalk it. This wave is way up, We ball no layups. Catch bodies, boy we choking, leave haters in the Chalk. Скажи мне, что тут такого? Летаю высоко каждый день, мой проходит кайфово. Салютую Гуд мьюзик и Ова, я с блока, что Больше любого другого. Всегда на телефоне, я врубаю новый бит и чувствую Себя как дома. Я не уходил ни на минуту, За океаном встречаю рассвет. На улицах нас нет. Вместо этого в динамиках играет наш рэп. Мое второе имя Успех. Деньги летят наверх. Россия выходит вперед. Это не футбол, сука, это хип-хоп. Респект, Нью-Йорк. Мои люди в разных континентах. Мы живем, словно герои кинолент. Для кого-то ученик, для кого-то мэтр. День пролетает как миг. Иду уверенно на сто процентов. Никто не сможет остановить. Для кого-то я пример, для кого-то рэпер. День пролетает как миг. Идем уверенно на сто процентов. Никто не сможет остановить. This wave up, we bosses pay up. This sauce is dripping off this, get moneys how We chalk it. This wave is way up, We ball no layups. Catch bodies, boy we choking, leave haters in the Chalk. I'm a big shot caller. She like my style. She don't like no lame, She hip to the game, she know how it Go down. She got a hustler's heart, A bright light that'll steady roast in the dark. Ball on a yacht, ice on the watch. I came from selling nigga bags in the park. Yeah, that's New York City. On the block with a passport, I'm litty. Catch in Russia, I'm moving like Diddy. See me on the Gram, she wanna come get Me. The money All all foreign, foreign, the clothes, The clothes, the whips, the whips, the shorty the Shorty even even foreign foreign. I'm living I'm on Living the edge, on the edge, she don't she Like don't I'm boring like I'm boring. Took her To the bed, beat it out, she snoring The Team don't lose, my dreams on snooze And the Alarm goes off and the clip goes boom She Like it with a little thug in him A Little pop off when the shit pop off And Just enough sauce to hold her when she feel Lost A whole lot of sauce, niggas know who The boss We hitting those leans 'til we hear You scream Keep her coming back like she is A fiend Dream team, got them shooters They gon' Suit up like we on the court Or we On the porch or we in the Porsche Never Get screwed, it's me and you She like sativa To my high, ayo When niggas see her walking By, it's always ayo Then you took note, Bodies like cult Watch me go so high Smoking your smoke, can't let you go Should have Wings 'cause you so fly This wave is way Up We ballers, pay up The sauce is dripping Off it Get money's all we talking This wave Is way up We ball, no layups Catch bodies, Boy, we chopping Leave haters in the shopping