SCARED MONEY FREESTYLE.
Scared money don't make no money
Come to the crib shorty shake sum for me
Choppa in my pants so I might walk funny
So take yo chance, and it might get ugly
Nice body, she a west coast thottie
Poppin out to parties, my Dracco is riding shotty
She rode me like a Harley, she swerving, it's kinda gnarly
And I rock clear carti's my vision is kinda cloudy like
Big smoke, but he don't want cancer
Met a lil cutie in Miami she was dancer
She pulling up with questions, like shawty I got the answers
And it's gon be a party, so hit me back at the Hampton
Wrist dancing, call my watch Shakira
I can see reflections so baby don't need a mirror
And Ima get my mama a jag and watch her tear up
And we gon make it out of the drought I hope they fear us, like
Scared money don't make no money
Come to the crib shorty shake sum for me
Choppa in my pants so I may walk funny
So take yo chance, and it mightbe ugly
Bust down lil bitch, where the drip at?
Big choppa got motherfucking kickback
And you know this AR got a kickstand
And your girl super thick, I'm a big fan
Pop the chain, pop the ear, pop the wrist
I'm taking shots like I'm curry I don't miss
I ain't rapping bout a nigga ain't a diss
But if he talking ima leave em wit a lisp
Got the water, got the purp, got the drip
Yo main girl keep tagging me in pics
Ima dog ima hit her with the pit
Bull trip, I don't talk bullshit
Fuck nigga
Come to the crib shorty shake sum for me
Choppa in my pants so I might walk funny
So take yo chance, and it might get ugly
Nice body, she a west coast thottie
Poppin out to parties, my Dracco is riding shotty
She rode me like a Harley, she swerving, it's kinda gnarly
And I rock clear carti's my vision is kinda cloudy like
Big smoke, but he don't want cancer
Met a lil cutie in Miami she was dancer
She pulling up with questions, like shawty I got the answers
And it's gon be a party, so hit me back at the Hampton
Wrist dancing, call my watch Shakira
I can see reflections so baby don't need a mirror
And Ima get my mama a jag and watch her tear up
And we gon make it out of the drought I hope they fear us, like
Scared money don't make no money
Come to the crib shorty shake sum for me
Choppa in my pants so I may walk funny
So take yo chance, and it mightbe ugly
Bust down lil bitch, where the drip at?
Big choppa got motherfucking kickback
And you know this AR got a kickstand
And your girl super thick, I'm a big fan
Pop the chain, pop the ear, pop the wrist
I'm taking shots like I'm curry I don't miss
I ain't rapping bout a nigga ain't a diss
But if he talking ima leave em wit a lisp
Got the water, got the purp, got the drip
Yo main girl keep tagging me in pics
Ima dog ima hit her with the pit
Bull trip, I don't talk bullshit
Fuck nigga
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Writer(s): Deshawn Mabon
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