I see that you tryna 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 tryna get away, away, away up, way up I know you wanna get away, yeah, I know you tryna get away, yeah I know you tryna make your way out Little mama from the inside, I had to make it out and realize Mama workin' three jobs, only see her in the night There was times when we ain't have it, grindin' for a better life I wasn't into finer things, my money drains 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 for it, you know I ain't givin' up You don't wanna see her All these bitches wanna be her And it ain't my fault, bad boss bitch jigger like me Get in line up and I score with any nigga I preach Seduca, somethin' like Medusa Fly me out to Cuba Then you meet me in Aruba Baby, take me to Ibiza Paris, Desi, Mona Lisa Bitches say, look how he treat her I believe the nigga need her I know that you're tryna get away, away Away, away I know you wanna get away I know you tryna get away I know you tryna make away