Yea yea yea and we running this money fasho
Aye and we running this money fasho
Aye... what he say?
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score with a bitch getting throat double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
Aye... what he say?
Aye... yea
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
And I'm balling like Tim
Duncan I ain't talking rim
With yo bitch in a vert popping pills
Got this money on me
Blow through a rack in a week
Got yo bitch on my arm like a sleeve
Make em eat up the drip
I keep that fye on my hip
If he play he catch 9 of them shells
Imma send him to hell and my bitch she be rocking channel I go hard in the paint like a lay up
Yea
Run with that sack like I'm Emmit
I keep a smith like I'm Pickett
This money I'm getting
I'm swerving I'm crashing the Bentley
If he want the smoke he can get it
We burn him like swisher
Whole lotta money I made
Bitch I remember them days... when I ain't have shit...
Same bitches fronted on me the same ones trynna come suck a young nigga dick
Yea... I'm stacking money like pancakes
When I walk see the drip talking runway
Five racks I made that in one day
I'm at sacs pour a fifth in Minute Maid
Yea... yea
Im at sacs pour a fifth in a Minute Maid
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Lil Rhino - Score Lyrics
Lil Rhino - Score Lyrics
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Yea yea yea and we running this money fasho
Aye and we running this money fasho
Aye... what he say?
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score with a bitch getting throat double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
Aye... what he say?
Aye... yea
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
And I'm balling like Tim
Duncan I ain't talking rim
With yo bitch in a vert popping pills
Got this money on me
Blow through a rack in a week
Got yo bitch on my arm like a sleeve
Make em eat up the drip
I keep that fye on my hip
If he play he catch 9 of them shells
Imma send him to hell and my bitch she be rocking channel I go hard in the paint like a lay up
Yea
Run with that sack like I'm Emmit
I keep a smith like I'm Pickett
This money I'm getting
I'm swerving I'm crashing the Bentley
If he want the smoke he can get it
We burn him like swisher
Whole lotta money I made
Bitch I remember them days... when I ain't have shit...
Same bitches fronted on me the same ones trynna come suck a young nigga dick
Yea... I'm stacking money like pancakes
When I walk see the drip talking runway
Five racks I made that in one day
I'm at sacs pour a fifth in Minute Maid
Yea... yea
Im at sacs pour a fifth in a Minute Maid
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Aye and we running this money fasho
Aye... what he say?
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score with a bitch getting throat double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
Aye... what he say?
Aye... yea
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
And I'm balling like Tim
Duncan I ain't talking rim
With yo bitch in a vert popping pills
Got this money on me
Blow through a rack in a week
Got yo bitch on my arm like a sleeve
Make em eat up the drip
I keep that fye on my hip
If he play he catch 9 of them shells
Imma send him to hell and my bitch she be rocking channel I go hard in the paint like a lay up
Yea
Run with that sack like I'm Emmit
I keep a smith like I'm Pickett
This money I'm getting
I'm swerving I'm crashing the Bentley
If he want the smoke he can get it
We burn him like swisher
Whole lotta money I made
Bitch I remember them days... when I ain't have shit...
Same bitches fronted on me the same ones trynna come suck a young nigga dick
Yea... I'm stacking money like pancakes
When I walk see the drip talking runway
Five racks I made that in one day
I'm at sacs pour a fifth in Minute Maid
Yea... yea
Im at sacs pour a fifth in a Minute Maid
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Pour a 4 in a dos young nigga smoking on dope
And my niggas they run up the score
With a bitch getting throat
Double G don't wear Lacoste
And my niggas be ready to blow
With a freak ion know
Kick the bitch out and I go
Popping perkys to get in a zone
Adderall and a coke
Running this money fasho
And we running this money fasho
Writer: Kayron Brown
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