Emilio Rojas – Make A Scene


Make A Scene Lyrics

Hook
Make a scene, make a scene
I pull up and make a scene
And I murdered out the Beamer
Just so they can hate on me
I got strippers rakin’ dollars
Off the floor like rakin’ leaves
Bitch, I’m good at makin’ money
I ain’t good at makin’ peace

Verse One
I wake up and I activate
Fuck clout chasin’, have the fame
Only focus on the money homie
I don’t give a damn about the accolades
Ride around, I’m in a matted Range
I’m with a bad thing that wanna navigate
You wanna troll on me, rattle cagеs
Swing for the fences, batting cagе
Young king never change up
Blacked out from the tats to the Range truck
Now they see me with a little bit of paper
And I gotta treat day ones like strangers
Yeah, we been livin’ with the danger
So, so we bank in the Caymans
Yeah, I don’t gotta say what I’m makin’
My statements will make statements
All the homies have been into estate biz
For they ghetto occupation
They were peddlin’ illegal medication
And they got a lawyer that were jugglin’ they cases
I remember we were strugglin’ to make it
Now we came up, we got our names up
Fuck chasin’ dreams, dreams chase us, never changed up

Hook
Make a scene, make a scene
I pull up and make a scene
And I murdered out the Beamer
Just so they can hate on me
I got strippers rakin’ dollars
Off the floor like rakin’ leaves
Bitch, I’m good at makin’ money
I ain’t good at makin’ peace
Make a scene, make a scene
I pull up and make a scene
I should bill you for my time
You can’t fuck with me for free
I got strippers rakin’ dollars
Off the floor like rakin’ leaves
Bitch, I’m good at makin’ money
I ain’t good at makin’ peace

Verse Two
I get it, no hesitation, okay, okay
In tower, no reservation, I’m like okay, okay
You look at the bread we makin’, we like okay, okay
Can’t fuck up my reputation, okay, okay
Yeah, Uptown where the kings all Latin
Kid blasted, ink all blackened
Y’all ball on y’all income taxes
I be gettin’ money and my income passive
I don’t be swallowin’ pride, no
I’m gettin’ dollars and dimes, yeah
I’m only worshippin’ money
That’s why I be grindin’, I’m followin’ God
Check shit off my check list
Lately, my life is reckless
My girl’ll kill for the kid
So she watchin’ you, Netflix
Broke cats, I don’t mess with
‘Cause we charged up in them Teslas
Balled out at Beauty & Essex for my breakfast

Hook
Make a scene, make a scene
I pull up and make a scene
And I murdered out the Beamer
Just so they can hate on me
I got strippers rakin’ dollars
Off the floor like rakin’ leaves
Bitch, I’m good at makin’ money
I ain’t good at makin’ peace
Make a scene, make a scene
I pull up and make a scene
I should bill you for my time
You can’t fuck with me for free
I got strippers rakin’ dollars
Off the floor like rakin’ leaves
Bitch, I’m good at makin’ money
I ain’t good at makin’ peace, make a scene

Emilio Rojas

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