Scared Money - YG, J. Cole, Moneybagg Yo

Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwing it?

How you naked on the gram but in person you ain't showing 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 yo ass extorted

Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta whore it

Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga running like Forrest

V.I.P., I'm very important, in the hood I ain't never no tourist

Got the drop on a opp we Dora explore it, ay

YG from the streets, YG went legit

YG lit, YG start a business with yo bitch

Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip

YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks

Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty

Whoa, have a baby by me bitch, come be lucky

Whoa, bitch I'ma throw it all, all the strippers love me

Whoa, 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 yo bitch betta not be ugly

Pull up with a 10, her waste slim, ass chubby

Half a millie 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 sports center gotta post my clips

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

2-6 nigga and we use to conflict

Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks

Red bottoms 'cause 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 stackin' 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

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 drops, they push back they rollouts

That's right, pussy, make room, stay tuned, nigga!

Talkin' like you lit, yo bitch betta not be ugly

Pull up with a 10, her waste slim, ass chubby

Half a millie 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 to shoot'n

Thuggin' on the block wit YG set trippin', my pockets blue (True)

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's pumpkin

Grip her neck while we be hunchin' and she like when I talk country (Who you with?)

Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker hoe

Have yo cash together, cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat (Said)

Dollas, followers, and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (Where you at?)

Gettin' me some head, waiting on my food to cook at Pappadeaux's (Let's go)

Big bag!

Talkin' like you lit, yo bitch betta not be ugly

Pull up with a 10, her waste slim, ass chubby

Half a millie 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