Happy (Remix) (We Up!)

(Yeah) Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up Ever seen a man start with nothing, get it ran up Don’t that shit make you happy, don’t that shit make you happy Oh it do, baby, that’s my kind of issue I like the way he move when the money come in Clean shirt, big grin, that quiet flex got me grinnin' Front street hustle turned private jets, that’s the scene From grind to glow in months, you know what I mean He don’t need to front, he let the bands show loud Silent in the room, still he standin’ tall and proud Put my hand on his arm, feel the story in his hold All the nights that he spent, now diamonds and gold Countin’ blessings, watch him glow up, watch him glow up Sweet talk in the kitchen, money folded, rubbered up I ain’t into broke shit, I like the run-up If he put work in, I’ll ride that come-up (We up, we up) Most def, I seen bae glow up Everything he touch turn to whoa-up (whoa) When the phone ring, that tone light me up I’m up, lil baby, gimme that run-up Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up Ever seen a man start with nothing, get it ran up Don’t that shit make you happy, don’t that shit make you happy Oh it do, baby, I’m happy for my man when he ran up (We up, we up) Thinkin’ ‘bout him switch lanes, new money, new fame From corner grind to boardroom wins, he changed the game He spend on us, he treat me right, no shame in flex Late-night plates, bills cleared, no stress, cash checks He bargain for the good life, keep me like a pearl Even with a hunnid M he keep his soft world Jealous folks show green, we steady and real I feel his chest steady beat under all that steel (How much? Baby, how much?) We pop a bottle, toast to the run-up life Money ain’t everything, but damn I like the life Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up Ever seen a man start with nothing, get it ran up Don’t that shit make you happy, don’t that shit make you happy Oh it do, baby, I’m happy for my man when he ran up (We up, we up) Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up Don’t that shit make you happy, don’t that shit make you happy Oh it do, baby, I’m happy for my man when he ran up Sun kiss on his grin, we ride this mood, no shame Oh it do baby that's my kind of issue Oh it do baby that's my kind of issue Lights low, hear the counter do a soft purr (brrrr) Rubber bands snap back like a promise, sure Even with a hunnid M, he keep that soft world Hold me in his arms while the blue strips swirl Room smell like leather, flight tag on the handle Pink slip signed, new keys on the mantle I’m his peace, he my shield when it’s hectic Paperwork clean, every digit perfected Phone on vibrate but the wins still ring Credit on lock, every swipe got a swing Gold on my wrist but the love weigh more He pour into me like the bank to the floor We toast to the grind, no cap, just facts From corner to the board, now we signing the contracts Count blessings, count bands, same cadence Two lanes, one aim, that’s patience Most def, I seen bae glow up (whoa) When the phone ring, that tone light me up (brrrr) Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up Ever seen a man start with nothing, get it ran up Don’t that shit make you happy, don’t that shit make you happy Oh it do, baby, I’m happy for my man when he ran up (We up, we up) Ever seen a hundred fifty, rubber band up Money counter go flutter when he ran up Don’t that shit make you happy, don’t that shit make you happy Oh it do, baby, I’m happy for my man when he ran up We up We up We up We up We up We up (We up… we up…) (We up… we up…) (brrrr…)