Get Up With Me lyrics

by

Money Man


[Intro: ZayBang]
n*gga, come get up with me (n*gga, huh?)
Tell them n*ggas come get up with me
n*gga, come get up with me (On my mama)
Tell them n*ggas come get up with me
Huh?
n*ggas come and get up with me, n*gga
Come get up with me
Look, n*gga

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Ayy, if you don't like who I'm around, come get up with me
This Glock throwin' faceshots, f*ck a buck-fifty
And way before this pandemic, I was up sixty
Two chops, eighty shots, that's a buck-sixty
This sh*t ain't nothin' to me, they can't f*ck with me
And if you feel like it's a problem, come get up with me
b*tch, I'll never leavе my gun like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a n*gga somеthin', tell him get up with me

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
My b*tch made five hundred in the pandemic
I know they hate to see me winnin', n*ggas can't stand me
My first hundred off of rappin', I was still scammin'
My brother came VS1 and they still dancin'
I pulled two hundred out a b*tch, n*gga, ask Bner
I made her send me 5K before I ever seen her
This sh*t cost, you gon' have to take it to the cleaners
And I'm in love with my b*tch, I call her Mamma Mia
Ayy, say my name a couple times 'bout some red rum
Pop a n*gga and his brother, that's an and-one
Clown n*ggas takin' pics, why you showin' guns?
This chopper really from the Bay, look how it's goin' dumb
They probably never see me out, I'm in a black sleeve
I swear when b*tches hella broke, that's a pet peeve
I'm tryna live right off the water with some jet-skis
And I ain't even tryna f*ck, just give me neck please
[Chorus: ZayBang]
Ayy, if you don't like who I'm around, come get up with me
This Glock throwin' faceshots, f*ck a buck-fifty
And way before this pandemic, I was up sixty
Two chops, eighty shots, that's a buck-sixty
This sh*t ain't nothin' to me, they can't f*ck with me
And if you feel like it's a problem, come get up with me
b*tch, I'll never leave my gun like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a n*gga somethin', tell him get up with me

[Verse 2: Money Man]
My youngin always shoot that ARP, but he don't know how to spell
Ridin' through Macon with that pack, a n*gga had to hide the smell
Oh, he think that he a demon? The stick gon' make him burn in hell
CC with high limit from institution when I check the mail
Found out 'bout this scammin' sh*t for real, it's like the holy grail
Might just take a vacay out to Frisco, I got bags for sale
I just hit a vibe at the Four Seasons, she was fine as hell
I got two glicks on me at the moment, you can't even tell
Told my plug to go get somethin' stronger, that sh*t weak as hell
I got fifty shots inside this rifle if they deep as hell
n*gga cross me now, I swear to God that he won't live to tell
I'm just tryna get inside her mouth just like some oral gel

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Ayy, if you don't like who I'm around, come get up with me
This Glock throwin' faceshots, f*ck a buck-fifty
And way before this pandemic, I was up sixty
Two chops, eighty shots, that's a buck-sixty
This sh*t ain't nothin' to me, they can't f*ck with me
And if you feel like it's a problem, come get up with me
b*tch, I'll never leave my gun like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a n*gga somethin', tell him get up with me, n*gga
[Outro: ZayBang]
sh*t ain't nothin' to me, they can't f*ck with me
If you gon' tell a n*gga somethin', tell him get up with me
sh*t ain't nothin' to me, they can't f*ck with me
If you gon' tell a n*gga somethin', tell him get up with me
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