[Intro: Meek Mill & Trey Songz]

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

Was the city’s most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number

Youngest nigga I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda

Money come in abudance, that’s the reason she wanna

Lay up, lay up

Lay up, lay up

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

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

Cuz 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, it’s big checks no pay cut

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 Hermes all flavors, young boy get paper

And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

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 (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, all night

She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Sitting back with this paper falling in my lap

Feeling isolated, nothing but them hundred stacks

When your money up tell me who you’re 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 can’t keep that pussy off me

On the pill, I’mma kill that pussy softly

Back to back, time to show you how a gangster move

Keys to the pad, talkin’ infinity pools

V12’s ain’t a thang, time to change your name

Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

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 (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, all night

She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 3: Wale]

Homie, picture me rollin’, all them bitches be on me

They be fishing for compliments, I’m just fishing off Boca

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

So much over these hoes, 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

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

The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila

Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

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 (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, all night

She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 4: Trey Songz]

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