Weight Up Lyrics – Future

July 11, 2026 3 Min Read

“Weight Up” is an excellent rap track created by Future that touches on the topics of success, ambition, wealth, and transformation. This song is an embodiment of the process through which the artist goes as he rises from difficult circumstances to gaining success, recognition, money, and influence in the music industry. In this case, “weight up” means becoming somebody, gaining more power, and succeeding.

The song includes many references to the wealth that results from hard work, such as rich cars, expensive clothes, etc. However, there is more in the song than only financial prosperity, success, and other material factors. Namely, the main focus of the track is set on determination, loyalty, perseverance, and the way through which one can overcome all obstacles and reach success.

The opening and closing lines of the song allow the artist to reflect upon his experience and to see what changes and transformations happened to him throughout the years. From a musical perspective, “Weight Up” is characterized by the combination of trap music, Future’s flows, and melodic stories.

Weight Up Song Info

Song Information	Details
Singer(s)	Future
Composer(s)	Future
Lyricist(s)	ATL Jacob, Finatik, Zac, Future, Wheezy
Album	The Real Me
Release Date	Jul 10, 2026
Language	English

Weight Up Song Lyrics

Now we can sit here and reflect on what to do
Face the cold arithmetic dividing me and you
Should reflect the coin
A [?] reachin’ to a [?]
Maybe if we take our time it won’t resolve to that

Woo
I’m in a U-Haul to trample this gauge
She pull up eighteen with a load of Hermes
Copped me a U-Haul to try and fuck this cash
Pull up eighteen with a [?] to Hermes ([?])
Pop out in Audemar, digital dash (Brrt)
Send out the word and [?] just smashed it (Heard)
Brand-new convertable, [?] no crappin’ (Ayy)
Order up a plane, I got motion in traffic (Huh)
New SV3S, go evеrywhere with a Patek (Woah)
Quit all that yappin’ and turn off thе cappin’ (Quit)
Makin’ it happen, I’m not the one rattin’
Ballin’, sporadic, more like automatic
Get out in traffic, I 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, we gon’ step in, dog (We gon’ step in, dog)
Fuck you thinkin’, dog? Leave you stankin’, dog (Don’t even playin’ like that)
Puttin’ that past me, dog, no puttin’ that past me, dog (What you said?)
And I get money off ’em, 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

Huh, coke habit (Hold on)
And ripped it up some more (Hold on)
That two-seat, you got Whippits? (Hold on)
You can come and join (Hold on)
I play [?], keep the Tommy 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)
Pirate, 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