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scorey - get money lyrics

[intro]
(shoutout to shaun2krazy!)

[pre+chorus: scorey]
too high off promethazine, right now i just might crash (i wonder why)
he know the day he run into me might be his last (might catch a shot)
if you don’t do nothing else in life go get that cash (get that guap)
i ran up them digits and made all them n+ggas mad (go run that bag)

[chorus: scorey]
go run that bag up (bag), n+gga, get some money (get that motherf+cking bag)
‘cause when you broker than a joke, ain’t nothin’ funny (don’t motherf+cking laugh)
lil’ bro tryna wipe a n+gga nose like it’s runny (uh, like it’s runny)
so used to rain clouds, can’t believe it’s sunny (can’t believe it’s sunny, uh)
[verse 1: polo g]
broski too high off a percocet, the trenches whеre he lurkin’ at
a n+gga diss, we k!ll him, i’on carе if i ain’t heard it yet
cash calls i’m talkin’ bands, he broke, he can’t interpret that
i spent thousands just on pants before i bought a shirt to match
can’t believe it’s sunny now, we gettin’ money now
glocks look like they graduating, all them b+tches b+ttoned down
have my lil’ cappers face him, now he ain’t above the ground
ttg plus 4ts, that’s like 1300 rounds

[verse 2: scorey]
paper route i’m on it, run the cake up while they yawning ([?] f+ck [?])
chasin’ paper, thomas joyner how i stay up ’til the morning (’til the morning)
brand new glock .19, don’t need no laser when i blow it (when i blow it)
i say help is on the way, and they go crazy when i post it (it’s on the way, b+tch)
walk right up in neimans, cop it when i see it (when i see it)
he don’t disrespect ’cause i got cash to r.i.p. him (i got that cash)
i got h+lla aim, so when i blast it, i’ma leave him (when i blast)
tried to stand his ground, we put his casket right beneath him (grraah, grraah)
[pre+chorus: scorey]
too high off promethazine, right now i just might crash (i wonder why)
he know the day he run into me might be his last (might catch a shot)
if you don’t do nothing else in life go get that cash (get that guap)
i ran up them digits and made all them n+ggas mad (go run that bag)

- scorey lyrics

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