Luyện nghe bài hát All The Way Up (Remix)

[Intro:
now, right now, right now, right now
Murda, Future, OG right now
Kiss, up

[Verse 1:
I'm still eating, I'm greedy
I rather let them needy
man tryna TMZ me, side piece tryna PND me
Right now I'm too
Thirsty get two Vosses
You a loser that's two losses
Dripping off me, I'm too
Off white on a off
Givenchy lay on a day
Soft whites off right
These diamonds like light bulbs
My shoe closet like club
Treat ass like the athletes, might hit it when I leave the night club
I don't trust either, I don't blame Metro
with OG, not a lame retro
Told you from the get go, go, get go, get low
Couple niggas against us, that's no bet tho
If Brooklyn don't trust you like up with son'
They throw bullets where I'm make you cough up a lung
If ain't no bad in there I pull up with some
And now I'm on some kush and a cup of som'n

[Hook:
100 in the club, 100 bottles
100 in the club, 100 bottles nigga
Coppin the whips on these
Don't fuck, don't fuck, don't fuck with niggas
Ain't got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these
I blow the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe
Fuckin' up cash with my young niggas, fuckin' up a bag with my young niggas

[Verse 2: Uncle
Oh I ran off on the plug (twice)
If you getting money, you a dub
I'm lit right now, Fab and Kiss on the remix now
For a bag of bricks, I hit you like Rico hit right now
Got pills on me, got on me, got powder
She got a period, so she want it for a hour
She nasty it, want me to put it in her anus
She my Blac Chyna, my Amber Rose, she a stripper, I'mma make her
Got a rollie I ain't paid for piece hittin' now
Get the pyrex, get the baking soda, I'mma it, right now
I'm whats up now
I'm Fat Joe, all the way up now
If Future don't it, bang, bang, I'mma shot you up right now

Future]
If Murda don't you he gon' shoot you
Lil' Mexico trust you we gon shoot you
Young don't trust you, I'm gon shoot you
If Brooklyn don't trust you, gon shoot you

3: Jadakiss]
I rep nothing my nigga, I'm neutral
D-Block, any conflict and I'm making it
If Jada don't you then Kiss is gon' shoot you
Funeral on Tidal, the wake is on
What they do, they hard, puffing wet
Messing with the credit cards, checks
Pumping in the jets, off the Tec's
Hopping on the yachts, jumpin' off the

[Hook 2:
I just blow the cash on my young hoe, I just blow some on my young hoe
Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas, up some bands with my young niggas
100 in the club, 100 bottles
100 in the club, 100 bottles
the whips on these niggas
Don't fuck, fuck, don't fuck with these niggas
Ain't got no love for these niggas, no love, no love, no love for these

(Metro Boomin want more, nigga)