Internet Money - FINDERS KEEPERS lyrics

[Chorus: Scorey] Oh, T'd up I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper Brodie got her stripping Get behind her, and team her She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her [Verse 1: Dro Kenji] I'ma keep on countin' all this money 'til my fingers hurt Then I get a money counter, this sh*t got a endless limit Rock out in my wonderland like I can't hear a hating ni**a Smoke out all my useless feelings, I do not debate with Satan On the dark side of your life Got a lot of evil energy but it's not mine Got a lot of evil enemies and that's all fine But you're the only thing I'm worried 'bout when I'm not high [Chorus: Scorey] Oh, T'd up I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper Brodie got her stripping Get behind her, and team her She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her [Verse 2: Scorey] Pop out at your party Snuck the whole gang in it, huh Tryna have the fam' eatin' like it's Thanksgiving Lil' brodie bang Smith &'s I just chase millions Used to wear the same sh*t, just on my day to day mission, uh We giving out smoke, you get high from that contact And we takin' souls like a death row contract Smith & Wesson compact Hit 'em with that, "Damn, where you find that?" Head tap, make that ni**a blam, where his mind at [Chorus: Scorey] Oh, T'd up I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper Brodie got her stripping Get behind her, and team her She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her [Outro: Scorey] But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her