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letra de get ya money - joell ortiz & kxng crooked

[intro: joell ortiz]
survive right now, turn me up a little bit

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
you can’t tell me sh-t, i’m in this b-tch takin’ belve’ sips
feeling like the only one who truly knew joell would be rich
i’m walking in the 40 feeling 26 as i watch heavy wrist pull-ups push-ups and dips 20 a clip
in my tank top looking like the old fifth
enemy k!ller on my hip
guess that’s why they call it a fo’ fifth
jump in my new whip
bumping some old sh-t, grown sh-t
fair and high cologne sh-t, oh sh-t
the first half deposits from them shows hit
bank teller cougar looking at your boy ferocious
no miss i’m a married man
wife badder than arrival time of ambulances
in the hood we traffic jams after them cannons blam
digital scale with shake on it going hand to hand
now business deals we shake on it still a hand to hand
but different though
careful how you livin’ bro
i keep business on my mind and stay minding my business, yo

[hook: kxng crooked]
somebody said:
“get your money young man”
i was walking in a store
triple og by the door
he looked up and he said “yo!”
“get your money young man”
but be careful how you make it
cause them people wanna take it
leave your bank account naked
“get your money young man”
now the roles done changed
i’m giving these kids game
i tell em the same thing
“get your money young man”
and there’s 6 million ways to get it
choose one
[verse 2: kxng crooked]
the cabinets were bare
mama could barely prepare the recipes
i got on my grizzly then go get the honey
wanted more than the bare necessities
the air, the seven seas, the land
i travel every place on the face of the earth
to repair discrepancies in my generational curse
went everywhere for extra cheese
never scared to ever squeeze
so drop your diss song
you’ll be a rapper over wax like record sleeves
when the heckler sneeze
we ain’t playing with celebrities
y’all playing, we the referees
flexing our expertise
used to slang and peddle death
got the amphetamines from a blood
that’s red and meth
n-ggas went from haile selassie to emeril lagasse
whippin’ work, ghetto chefs
ballin’, tryna catch a check
but falling, down heaven steps
do better, this a new letter to whoever’s next

[hook]

- joell ortiz kxng crooked

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