Scary Hours ft. M-3 & BoogieTheDon Lyrics

(On The Money)

I just want the want the cake baker told me to wait

Driving state to state foreign ride day to day

What's next scary hours man I feel like Drake

Snakes in the grass identified get em out my way

Shoot the three call me Steph know my brother Klay

Yeah diamonds on the chain ain't nun plain

Yeah diamonds on the chain ain't nun fake

Wake up pull up to the stu with my brother Jay

Get put in a pack, stop that rap cappin'

Six 2s knock his bumper off need a new package

Fast actin, do what I want cause I'm past average

Straight to the top, I'm getting guap, I can't stop taxin'

One, two, three, four, five the world is mine

I ain't no killer, I ain't no gangster, I ain't taking lives

I'm just steady tryna make a plan better mine

People wanna see me down bad don't believe their lies

Six, seven, eight I don't know why they hate

I told you once

Told you twice

Don't make it trey

You know what they say

If you play then you lay

Pull up on you broad day

Seen that girl said hey

I'm shooting first no shooting back nigga its too reckless

Big chop on me split his fitted into two sections

Hollow tips gon' fill his back, if he try runnin'

Put this dick in her stomach tell that bitch to stop runnin'

Hit 'em in his chest, shoot his foot he gon die crumpin'

He gon' die dancing

OTM on the come up

We pullin' bands in

If ion got the blick niggas know I'm throwing hands then

Heard he tryna take my style got no chance then

Fucked this bitch for a while got her in a handstand

I been sellin' dog for a while I'm selling Xans then

Marc said we gettin' to the money its in the plan then

Run the money up, stack it up, stuff it in the bag

Really rich rockstar niggas hatin' know they mad

Burberry plaid peep the fit when I'm in the jag

Don't mean to brag but niggas hatin' guess I made em mad

(On The Money)