Way Out - Melii

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