Jay Lee - Stay Up (feat. Que Young)

Stay up (Hol up Hol up)
Promise I'm gon stay up
Pass the ball to me and we gon lay up
Hol up
I told her stay up
On this drink I caught the buzz
Pass it to my bro and we gon fuck it up
Thousand dollars in my glove compartment
We goin retarded

Ball like mvp
Racks popping the bands just so they can envy me
Look like they just got the hands cause they been sleeping on me
Do the dance cause I just came wit the heat
In the A they show me love
Blessings from above
Highly favored nigga
When push comes to shove
Show show me love
White diamonds look like a dove
Shooting star nigga came straight from above
Got you turnt don't need a hype man
Shake me wit yo right hand
Gimme my respect
Wrist on froze call me the ice man
I got
Hits on hits on hits
You stay flexing taking pics on pics on pics
You goin our sad it's time to get back on yo shit
It's time to get back on yo shit

But I'm gon stay up
Swear that I'm gon stay up
Pass the ball to me and we gon lay up
Hol up
I told her stay up
On this drink I caught the buzz
Pass it to my bro and we gon fuck it up
Thousand dollars in my glove compartment
We goin retarded

(Yeah)
(Hol up) We goin retarded
Ain't seen shit yet this just the beginning we just getting started
I run the business you gotta pay me
Bitch I'm a artist
Yeah I'm aiming at your head I hit the target
She gon pass the ball and we like yep but that's to easy
(That's too easy)
I got racks up in the club and we get busy
(We get busy)
Most of all these niggas cap just like a beanie
And I got this drink up in my cup I'm feeling dizzy
I was really down yeah I was down now I'm staying up
Jay Lee got me on the track and imma fuck it up
And these niggas ain't important unless they paying us
Never been a father figure but she call me daddy
Watch me take a average chick and turn her to a dime piece
Know I'm Kyrie Irving with the handle I'm getting saucy
Know I'm geeking up I'm on the drugs but ain't no junky
I ain't never stressing cause I know my brother got me
Imma

Stay up (Hol up Hol up)
Promise I'm gon stay up
Pass the ball to me and we gon lay up
Hol up
I told her stay up
On this drink I caught the buzz
Pass it to my bro and we gon fuck it up
Thousand dollars in my glove compartment
We goin retarded

(That's too easy)
(We get busy)
(That's too easy)
(We get busy)

Written by:
Lee Norwood

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