On The Money - Scary Hours 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 say 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
F*cked 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 plad 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)