YG, J.Cole, Moneybagg Yo - Scared Money lyrics

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 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 (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