Weight Up Lyrics
Now we can sit here and reflect on what to do
Face the cold arithmetic dividing me and you
Should reflect the coin
A [?] reachin' to a [?]
Maybe if we take our time it won't resolve to that
Woo
I'm in a U-Haul to trample this gauge
She pull up eighteen with a load of Hermes
Copped me a U-Haul to try and fuck this cash
Pull up eighteen with a [?] to Hermes ([?])
Pop out in Audemar, digital dash (Brrt)
Send out the word and [?] just smashed it (Heard)
Brand-new convertable, [?] no crappin' (Ayy)
Order up a plane, I got motion in traffic (Huh)
New SV3S, go evеrywhere with a Patek (Woah)
Quit all that yappin' and turn off thе cappin' (Quit)
Makin' it happen, I'm not the one rattin'
Ballin', sporadic, more like automatic
Get out in traffic, I step and get active (Get out)
Straight out the bottom, the floor like a magnet (Yeah)
Gettin' to the money, done made it a habit (Get to the money)
(Yeah)
Got my weight up, dog (Yeah)
Got my cake up, dog (Got my cake up)
Got your hate up, dog, I can't fuck with y'all (I can't even play)
Stay out rippin', dog, we gon' step in, dog (We gon' step in, dog)
Fuck you thinkin', dog? Leave you stankin', dog (Don't even playin' like that)
Puttin' that past me, dog, no puttin' that past me, dog (What you said?)
And I get money off 'em, I'm knockin' that money off (Play with them racks)
Couldn't stash it in the house, I'm stashin' in the lobby (What you be sayin'?)
Got cocaine in the wall, my plug pick up my call
Huh, coke habit (Hold on)
And ripped it up some more (Hold on)
That two-seat, you got Whippits? (Hold on)
You can come and join (Hold on)
I play [?], keep the Tommy tucked (Hold on)
Might snatch the Aventador (Hold on)
Got heroin in my cup (Cup)
Smell it comin' out my pores (Hold on)
They just lined a whole nigga up (Hold on)
Belt-to-ass inside the club (Hold on)
Pirate, had the fork on me
Seven in the morning (Hold on)
Make some money like a race track (Hold on)
Goin' Jeff Gordon (Hold on)
Pull off in a whole 'nother one
Seventeen-hundred horse
Got my weight up, dog (Yeah)
Got my cake up, dog (Got my cake up)
Got your hate up, dog, I can't fuck with y'all (I can't even play)
Stay out rippin', dog, we gon' step in, dog (We gon' step in, dog)
Fuck you thinkin', dog? Leave you stankin', dog (Don't even playin' like that)
Puttin' that past me, dog, no puttin' that past me, dog (What you said?)
And I get money off 'em, I'm knockin' that money off (Play with them racks)
Couldn't stash it in the house, I'm stashin' in the lobby (What you be sayin'?)
Got cocaine in the wall, my plug pick up my call
Now we can sit here and reflect on what to do
Face the cold arithmetic dividing me and you
Future presents a combination of trap music with melodic flows and storytelling. It seems that the rapper sticks to the typical characteristics of the genre. Thus, the lyrics include such topics as determination, money, loyalty and overcoming problems. One may note that fast rhythm is one of the peculiar features of Future's tracks. If you need to find Weight Up lyrics and learn more about its meaning and official credits, please use this information.
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