Get Money

I have seen you in the street light, making origami with your money.
Getting bloody in the street fights. It's that my daddy always told me:

Get money, die young. Live fast, die young.
Get money, get numb, get numb, get numb.
Get money, die young. Live fast, die young.
Out it all, girl's gone (?).
Outta honor, outta honor.

You're a devil, you're a chaser.
The cash signs burn behind your dead eyes.
Now, the children, they all whisper:
"Don't you wanna meet your maker?"

Get money, die young. Live fast, die young.
Get money, get numb, get numb, get numb.
Get money, die young. Live fast, die young.
Out it all, girl's gone (?).
Outta honor, outta honor.

I have seen you in the street light.
Your face purred: Money made your house big.
Now, it's burning, standing in the street light.
Your innocence...
You were lacking in compassion, slightly.
Money made your house big.
Origami burning into green smoke.
Your innocence.

Get money, die young. Live fast, die young.
Get money, get numb, get numb, get numb.
Get money, die young. Live fast, die young.
Out it all, girl's gone (?).
Outta honor, outta honor.



Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Clark
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