Scared Money (Feat. J. Cole, Moneybagg Yo)

Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwin' it How you naked on the 'Gram but in person you ain't showin' shit Why you go against the gang You can't beat 'em nigga join it Ain't tap in when you got to Cali got your ass extorted Brand new coupe I floor it brand new bitch gotta whore it Brand new Glock I adore it have a nigga runnin' like Forrest V I P I'm very important in the hood I ain't never no tourist Got the drop on the opp we Dora explore it Ay YG from the streets YG went legit Ay YG lit YG start a business with your bitch Ay Fifty bitches flew to Cabo YG a trip Ay YG think he Kanye West he got his own kicks Woah fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty Woah have a baby by me bitch come be lucky Woah bitch I'ma throw it all all the strippers love me Woah walk in best dressed but I ain't no Kid Cudi Girl did he just say what I think he just said Bitch yes Talkin' like you lit your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten her waist slim ass chubby Half a milly on my neck who gon' take it from me Pussy we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money Woah Scared money don't make no money Woah Scared money don't make no money Woah Pussy we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies I'm so lit SportCenter gotta post my clips One lay up and they treat me like I'm Luka Doncic 2 6 nigga and we used to conflict Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks Red bottoms 'cause the blood bled out 'em aw damn If I'm miss 'em 4Hunnid red dot 'em aw damn I was thinkin' 'bout walkin' up a stack of crates Hmm But I was busy stackin' cake Haha shit 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 Three cribs in the same neighborhood I'm that rich These niggas pray to God to make it on The Shade Room Meanwhile I made it on the Bitch I'm hella paid room Road blocks when Cole drop they push back they rollouts That's right pussy make room stay tuned nigga Talkin' like you lit your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten her waist slim ass chubby Half a milly on my neck who gon' take it from me Pussy we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money Woah Scared money don't make no money Woah Scared money don't make no money Woah Pussy we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Ball too 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 shootin' Thuggin' on the block with YG set trippin' my pockets blue True VVVs cost some cheese reach for these I blam on you Bow bow Scared money don't make no money I got shows comin' in but the trap still bunkin' Wrapped the Lamb' truck white but the inside's pumpkin Grip her neck when we be hunchin' and she like when I talk country Who you is Big speaker yeah big shit talker hoe Have your cash together cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat Seven Dollars followers and ratchet hoes I got a lot of those Where you at Gettin' me some head waitin' on my food to cook at Pappadeaux Let's go Big Bagg Talkin' like you lit your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten her waist slim ass chubby Half a milly on my neck who gon' take it from me Pussy we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money Woah Scared money don't make no money Woah Scared money don't make no money Woah Pussy we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies