ZayBang, Money Man - Get Up With Me lyrics

Nigga, come get up with me (Nigga, huh?)
Tell them niggas come get up with me
Nigga,  come get up with me (On my mama)
Tell them niggas come get up with me huh?
Niggas come and get up with me, nigga
Come get up with me look, nigga

Ayy, if you don't like who I'm around
Come get up with me
This Glock throwin' faceshots
Fuck a buck-fifty
And way before this pandemic, I was up sixty
Two chops, eighty shots, that's a buck-sixty
This shit ain't nothin' to me
They can't fuck with me
And if you feel like it's a problem
Come get up with me
Bitch, I'll never leavе my gun
Like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a nigga somеthin'
Tell him get up with me

My bitch made five hundred in the pandemic
I know they hate to see me winnin'
Niggas 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 bitch, nigga
Ask Bner
I made her send me 5K before I ever seen her
This shit cost
You gon' have to take it to the cleaners
And I'm in love with my bitch
I call her Mamma Mia
Ayy, say my name a couple
Times 'bout some red rum
Pop a nigga and his brother
That's an and-one clown niggas 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 bitches 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 fuck
Just give me neck please

Ayy, if you don't like who I'm around
Come get up with me
This Glock throwin' faceshots
Fuck a buck-fifty
And way before this pandemic, I was up sixty
Two chops, eighty shots, that's a buck-sixty
This shit ain't nothin' to me
They can't fuck with me
And if you feel like it's a problem
Come get up with me
Bitch, I'll never leave my gun
Like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a nigga somethin'
Tell him get up with me

My youngin always shoot that ARP
But he don't know how to spell
Ridin' through Macon with that pack
A nigga 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' shit 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 shit weak as hell
I got fifty shots inside this rifle
If they deep as hell nigga 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

Ayy, if you don't like who I'm around
Come get up with me
This Glock throwin' faceshots
Fuck a buck-fifty
And way before this pandemic, I was up sixty
Two chops, eighty shots, that's a buck-sixty
This shit ain't nothin' to me
They can't fuck with me
And if you feel like it's a problem
Come get up with me
Bitch, I'll never leave my gun
Like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a nigga somethin'
Tell him get up with me, nigga
Shit ain't nothin' to me
They can't fuck with me
If you gon' tell a nigga somethin'
Tell him get up with me
Shit ain't nothin' to me
They can't fuck with me
If you gon' tell a nigga somethin'
Tell him get up with me