Get It Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
In a two, then it's move, jewerly and interviews
Earrings, outfits, new whips and tennis shoes
[?], manicure with the hairdo
08 baby but I'm old enough to marry her

Iced out dog same size a c*cker spaniel
Woke up this morning in a mansion
Chummed up with a bad b*tch started laughing
Started ballin' [?] like it's my last day

But I don't think so, gotta start blastin'
Cars real clean but the whip game nasty
Ugly ass n*gga but I pulled up in a Phantom
Might be ugly but my car is real handsome

It's Gucci

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
12.5 for a half, 24 for a whole
n*gga this the trap season, everybody work the the stove
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up

Country n*gga get taxed and flexed for his sack
I'm laughin' at him 'cause he can't get it back
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up, up
[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
Trap beatin', junkies kickin', plus a couple n*ggas owin' me
Junkie can't hit the fence to come and test the dope for me
Got a couple bags they stashed [?] grocery
Good dope come in this week well sh*t hopefully

Can't ask a n*gga cause I ain't down with that front sh*t
But I'm ready to eat like school time when lunch is
Got rock solid yeah I don't f*ck with that crunch sh*t
Shawty whip the 62 and two and one one six

Got off white bricks, he might cop six
On the way home he on the phone like "dang, n*gga"
Hard time trappin' ass n*gga just got tricked
Laughin' at them lame n*ggas ha ha ha, b*tch

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
12.5 for a half, 24 for a whole
n*gga this the trap season, everybody work the the stove
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up

Country n*gga get taxed and flexed for his sack
I'm laughin' at him 'cause he can't get it back
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up, up
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Who is this, who is this, the boy you sold that dummy brick
Flex me for 120 "Gucci can you give me something back?" (No)
I ain't givin' nothin back, boy, that lil money spent
Go on I done f*cked it up, you couldn't get 100 dubs

Matter of fact don’t call my phone
'Cause you just sh*t out of luck
If you leave the gas flame you couldn't get 100 [?]
Gucci Mane La Flare finna beefin' with 100 [?]
f*ck n*ggas actin' like they hardly get card pulled

Tied to a motor then tossed into lake Laneer
Swimmin' with them fishes pull him up you'll be a souvenir
Country n*gga comin' up by 20 with a bag of money
Devil on my shoulder and he telling me to take it from ya

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
12.5 for a half, 24 for a whole
n*gga this the trap season, everybody work the the stove
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up

Country n*gga get taxed and flexed for his sack
I'm laughin' at him 'cause he can't get it back
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up, up