Correction Lyrics Get Up With Me by Money Man

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N***a, come get up with me (N***a, huh?)
Tell them n***as come get up with me
N***a, come get up with me (On my mama)
Tell them n***as come get up with me
Huh?
N***as come and get up with me, n***a
Come get up with me
Look, n***a

My b*t*h made five hundred in the pandemic
I know they hate to see me winnin', n***as 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*t*h, n***a, 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*t*h, I call her Mamma Mia
Ayy, say my name a couple times 'bout some red rum
Pop a n***a and his brother, that's an and-one
Clown n***as 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*t*hes 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**k, just give me neck please
Ayy, if you don't like who I'm around, come get up with me
This Glock throwin' faceshots, f**k 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**k with me
And if you feel like it's a problem, come get up with me
B*t*h, I'll never leave my gun like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a n***a 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 n***a 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 inst**ution 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***a 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, f**k 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**k with me
And if you feel like it's a problem, come get up with me
B*t*h, I'll never leave my gun like it's stuck with me
If you gon' tell a n***a somethin', tell him get up with me, n***a
Sh*t ain't nothin' to me, they can't f**k with me
If you gon' tell a n***a somethin', tell him get up with me
Sh*t ain't nothin' to me, they can't f**k with me
If you gon' tell a n***a somethin', tell him get up with me

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