YG – Scared Money Ft. J.cole & Moneybaggyo

Scared money
Scared money

 

[Verse 1: YG]

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

 

[Interlude]

Girl, did he just say what I think he just said?

Bitch, yes

 

[Chorus: YG]

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

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[Verse 2: J. Cole]

I’m so lit, SportCenter gotta post my clips

One lay-up and they treat me like I’m Luka Dončić

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, heheh

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

 

[Chorus: YG]

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

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]

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

 

[Chorus: YG]

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

 

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