Get It Up

[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 cocker spaniel

Woke up this morning in a mansion

Chummed up with a bad bitch 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 nigga 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

Nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 shit hopefully

Can't ask a nigga cause I ain't down with that front shit

But I'm ready to eat like school time when lunch is

Got rock solid yeah I don't fuck with that crunch shit

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, nigga"

Hard time trappin' ass nigga just got tricked

Laughin' at them lame niggas ha ha ha, bitch

[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]

12.5 for a half, 24 for a whole

Nigga 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 nigga 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 fucked it up, you couldn't get 100 dubs

Matter of fact don’t call my phone

'Cause you just shit out of luck

If you leave the gas flame you couldn't get 100 [?]

Gucci Mane La Flare finna beefin' with 100 [?]

Fuck niggas 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 nigga 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

Nigga 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 nigga 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