Scared Money Songtext

von YG, J. Cole and Moneybagg Yo

Why you bring that money to the Klub if you aint throwing it.
How you naked on the gram but in person you aint showing it

Why you go against the gang you kant beat em nigga join it.
Aint tap in when you got 2 cali, got yo ass exstorted

Brand new coupe I floor it, brand new bitch gotta hore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it,
Have a nigga running like forest

V I p, im very important, in the hood I aint never no tourist.
Got the drop on a opp we dora explore it, ayeeeee

Yg from the streets, yg went legit
YG lit, yg start a business with yo bitch

50 bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip
YG think he Kanye west, he got his own kicks

Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I aint rusty
Whoa, have a baby by bitch come be lucky

Whoa, Bitch ima throw it all, all the strippers love me
Whoa, Walk in best dressed but I aint no kid cudi

(Girls)
Girl did he just say what I think he did?
Yass bitch, yassss

Talkin like you lit yo bitch bet not be ugly
Pull up with a 10, her waste slim, ass chubby

Half a millie on my neck, who gone take it from me
Pussy, we ballin on you fuckin dummies

Scared money dont make no Money
Scared money dont make no Money
Scared money dont make no Money
Pussy, we ballin on you fuckin dummies

I′m so lit sports center gotta post my clips,
One lay-up and the treat me like I'm Luka Doncic
2-6 nigga and we use to conflict,
Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks
Red bottoms cuz the blood bled out him (aw damn),
If I miss him 400 red dot him (aw damn),
I was thinking bout walkin up a stack of crates,
But I was busy Stakin cake
Cole fuckin world say the whole name,
Cole think he drizzy drake he got his own plane
Flew it all around the world and now I′m back bitch
3 cribs in the same neighborhood I'm that rich
These niggas pray to god to make it on the shade room,
Mean while I made it on the "bitch I'm hella paid room"
Road blocks when Cole drops,
They push back they rollouts
That′s right pussy make room,
Stay tuned nigga!

Talkin like you lit yo bitch bet not be ugly
Pull up with a 10, her waste slim, ass chubby

Half a millie on my neck, who gone take it from me
Pussy, we ballin on you fuckin dummies

Scared money dont make no Money
Scared money dont make no Money
Scared money dont make no Money
Pussy, we ballin on you fuckin dummies

Ball to hard on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe
See that Lil switch on the glock
You can′t shoot back when we start to shoot'n
Thuggin on the block wit YG set trippin my pockets blue
Vvv′s cost some cheese, reach for these I'll blam on you
Scared money don′t make no money
I got shows coming in but the trap still bunkin
Wrap the lamb truck white but the inside pumpkin
Grip her neck while we be hunchin
And she like when I talk country
Big speaker yea,big shit talker hoe
Have yo cash together,cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat
Dollas,followers and ratchet hoes I got a lot of those,
Gettin me some head
Waiting on my food to cook at Pappadeaux's
BIG BAG!

Talkin like you lit yo bitch bet not be ugly
Pull up with a 10, her waste slim, ass chubby

Half a millie on my neck, who gone take it from me
Pussy, we ballin on you fuckin dummies

Scared money dont make no Money
Scared money dont make no Money
Scared money dont make no Money
Pussy, we ballin on you fuckin dummies