You Got Me F****d Up
Yeah
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me, You got me fucked up, yeah
You got me fucked up, I'm kinda high
You got me fucked up, I'm not gon' lie
You got me fucked up, Up in my mind
You got me fucked up, I think I'm dyin'
Yay, yeah, Oh my mind
Should be
On (Should be on the money)
The money
The money
Should be on the money
The money
Should be on the money
The money
Should be on the money
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me, You got me fucked up, yeah
You got me fucked up
Fucked up my plan again
You gon' fuck this shit up touchin' it with your hands again
Better take that shit outside with your shenanigans (Take that shit outside)
Money man still been watchin'
Money man breaking my pockets, oo yeah
Pop out with the gang (Gang)
Shoot out at the range (Range)
Drop top and we drip drop and the hot shots know my name
Y'all think I'm new to the game
Bitch I've been doin' my thing
Y'all think I'm new to the fame
Bitch I'mma pop out when we hop out and I'm doin' my thing
Think that god received my message and he just wanna tell me and remind me to just count up all my blessings
And if you really thinkin'
That I'm just not about to take this shit and run with it
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up (You got me bad)
You got me, You got me fucked up, yeah
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me, You got me fucked up, yeah
You got me fucked up, I'm kinda high
You got me fucked up, I'm not gon' lie
You got me fucked up, Up in my mind
You got me fucked up, I think I'm dyin'
Yay, yeah, Oh my mind
Should be
On (Should be on the money)
The money
The money
Should be on the money
The money
Should be on the money
The money
Should be on the money
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me, You got me fucked up, yeah
You got me fucked up
Fucked up my plan again
You gon' fuck this shit up touchin' it with your hands again
Better take that shit outside with your shenanigans (Take that shit outside)
Money man still been watchin'
Money man breaking my pockets, oo yeah
Pop out with the gang (Gang)
Shoot out at the range (Range)
Drop top and we drip drop and the hot shots know my name
Y'all think I'm new to the game
Bitch I've been doin' my thing
Y'all think I'm new to the fame
Bitch I'mma pop out when we hop out and I'm doin' my thing
Think that god received my message and he just wanna tell me and remind me to just count up all my blessings
And if you really thinkin'
That I'm just not about to take this shit and run with it
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up
You got me bad
You got me fucked up (You got me bad)
You got me, You got me fucked up, yeah
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Writer(s): Zach Bateman
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