| I seen that you tryna to get away | 
| You go way up, you go way up | 
| I see that you tryna get away | 
| And go way up, and go way up | 
| I know that you’re tryna to get away, away | 
| Way up, way up, I know you want to get way up | 
| I know you tryna get way up | 
| I know you tryna make a way out | 
| Little mama from the Eastside | 
| Had to make it out and realize | 
| Mama workin' three jobs, only see her in the night | 
| There was times where we ain’t have it, grindin' for a better life | 
| No, I wasn’t into finer things | 
| My money drenched me in designer things | 
| Baby, I get fly, yeah I stay up | 
| Baby, I get high, I go way up | 
| Did it, did it, did it on my own | 
| Now it’s kinda hard to get me on the phone | 
| Now all these rappers wanna fuck me | 
| If he fuck me, then he lucky | 
| Never let another bum nigga close to touch me | 
| I grind for it so it’s how I give it up | 
| I come forward, you know I ain’t givin' up | 
| Every nigga wanna see her | 
| All these bitches wanna be her | 
| And it ain’t it my fault, badass boss bitch jigga like me | 
| Get a lineup and I score with any nigga I pre | 
| Seducer, somethin' like Medusa | 
| Fly me out to Cuba, then you meet me in Aruba | 
| Baby take me to Ibiza, Paris to see Mona Lisa | 
| Bitches say, «Look how he treat her | 
| I believe that nigga need her» | 
| I know that you’re tryna to get away, away | 
| Way up, way up, I know you want to get way up | 
| I know you tryna get way up | 
| I know you tryna make a way out |