Wrap It Up
From dust to dust, ashes to ashes
I'm swinging bout this Pape, they trynna slave me like Cashes
I buried all the bodies, same place where the stash is
I gave the bitch space, like lil shawty worked at Nasa
Ask her
I'm catching casualties, that's more than casually
I'm painting perfect pictures, take a look, this shit a masterpiece
I got em in a Masterlock, now they can't get outta it
Like Khaled, we the best, no contest, I never doubted it
The rose grew from the concrete cause we sprouted it
I catch a rat, in the trap, with the cheese, them we outing em
I stack the Hunnits ye high, nigga I'm still counting em
Can't count on these niggas for shit, I know they counterfeit
Me and Soto locked in, I could never switch up on em
The Glizzy shoot a movie clip, Broadie put the switch up on it
I gotta go harder with this shit, til the mission over
He thought that he could jump with the kid, now he on a poster
I'm taking chances with the shit
I send a bitch to hit the road for me
Real niggas know, scared money don't make no money
Scared money don't make no money
Scared money don't make no money
(Which is funny cause...)
(This what I hear from a mile away
(Say they paid but they petrified and i couldn't relate)
(It's time to put these chickens on a plate)
Scared money don't make no money, So we ten toes, never road running
Fry em' up, if they want to try it,Now they're crying like I'm chopping whole onions
Cutthroat, every single beat, damn Soto something like a guillotine
Oz, Glock 17, put a whole in em', couple Krispy Kream's
Two times, hit them back-to-back, Let him do the Kobe while I Shaq attack
Noreaga how I'm feeling, Grimey how I'm coming, Might just put them in a wrap
I see a meal when you walk in the room
Smell like a pussy, think he's wearing perfume
Boy you sweet, like a sip of the Sprite
Take his bitch, let her sing on the mic (Like)
I'm on they ass, they ain't fast enough
They deserve an Oscar, for acting tough
Just a bunch of throw aways, like some plastic cups
Scared money you food, it's time to wrap it up
(Scared Money Don't Make No Money)
(Scared Money Don't Make No Money)
I'm swinging bout this Pape, they trynna slave me like Cashes
I buried all the bodies, same place where the stash is
I gave the bitch space, like lil shawty worked at Nasa
Ask her
I'm catching casualties, that's more than casually
I'm painting perfect pictures, take a look, this shit a masterpiece
I got em in a Masterlock, now they can't get outta it
Like Khaled, we the best, no contest, I never doubted it
The rose grew from the concrete cause we sprouted it
I catch a rat, in the trap, with the cheese, them we outing em
I stack the Hunnits ye high, nigga I'm still counting em
Can't count on these niggas for shit, I know they counterfeit
Me and Soto locked in, I could never switch up on em
The Glizzy shoot a movie clip, Broadie put the switch up on it
I gotta go harder with this shit, til the mission over
He thought that he could jump with the kid, now he on a poster
I'm taking chances with the shit
I send a bitch to hit the road for me
Real niggas know, scared money don't make no money
Scared money don't make no money
Scared money don't make no money
(Which is funny cause...)
(This what I hear from a mile away
(Say they paid but they petrified and i couldn't relate)
(It's time to put these chickens on a plate)
Scared money don't make no money, So we ten toes, never road running
Fry em' up, if they want to try it,Now they're crying like I'm chopping whole onions
Cutthroat, every single beat, damn Soto something like a guillotine
Oz, Glock 17, put a whole in em', couple Krispy Kream's
Two times, hit them back-to-back, Let him do the Kobe while I Shaq attack
Noreaga how I'm feeling, Grimey how I'm coming, Might just put them in a wrap
I see a meal when you walk in the room
Smell like a pussy, think he's wearing perfume
Boy you sweet, like a sip of the Sprite
Take his bitch, let her sing on the mic (Like)
I'm on they ass, they ain't fast enough
They deserve an Oscar, for acting tough
Just a bunch of throw aways, like some plastic cups
Scared money you food, it's time to wrap it up
(Scared Money Don't Make No Money)
(Scared Money Don't Make No Money)
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Writer(s): Brandon Soto
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