Weight Up Lyrics by Future
Face the cold arithmetic dividing me and you
Should we flip a coin or simply reach into a hat?
Maybe, if we take our time, it won’t resort to that
Woo
I need a U-Haul to transport this cash
She pulled up an 18-wheeler with a load of Hermès
I need a U-Haul to transport this cash
Pulled a 18-wheeler with a load of Hermès (Shit)
Pop out an Audemar, digital dash (Brrt)
Send out the word and wasn’t nothin’ just smashed it (Heard)
Brand-new convertible, load it, no crappin’ (Ayy)
Order up a plane, I got motion in traffic (Huh)
Louis V threads go well with the Patek (Woah)
Quit all that yappin’ and turn off the cappin’ (Quit)
Makin’ it happen, I’m not the one rattin’
Ballin’ sporadic, more like automatic
Get out in traffic, go 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, big ol’ steppin’, dog (Big ol’ steppin’, dog)
Fuck you thinkin’, dog? Leave you stankin’, dog (Don’t even playin’ like that)
Put nothin’ past it, dog, don’t put nothin’ past me, dog (What you said?)
Knockin’ money off, 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
Cut the coke in half (Hold on) and whipped it up some more (Hold on)
Got tusi, you got Whippits? (Hold on)
You can come and join (Hold on)
I paid ho to keep her tummy 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)
Pyrex 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, big ol’ steppin’, dog (Big ol’ steppin’, dog)
Fuck you thinkin’, dog? Leave you stankin’, dog (Don’t even playin’ like that)
Put nothin’ past it, dog, don’t put nothin’ past me, dog (What you said?)
Knockin’ money off, 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
