Scared Money (feat. J. Cole & Moneybagg Yo)

Why you bring that money to the Klub if you ain't throwin' it

How you naked on the 'Gram, but in person you ain't showin' it?

Why you go against the gang, you kan't beat 'em, ****, 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 **** runnin' like Forest

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 (Ayy)

YG from the streets, YG went legit (Ayy)

YG lit, YG start a business with yo' bitch (Ayy)

Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip (Ayy)

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

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

Pull up with a ten, her waist 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 (Whoa)

Scared money don't make no money (Whoa)

Scared money don't make no money (Whoa)

Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (Uh-oh)

I'm so lit, Sports Center gotta post my clips

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

2-6, ****, and we used 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 thinkin' 'bout walkin' up a stack of crates (Hmm)

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 **** 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 drop, they push back they rollouts

That's right, pussy, make room

Stay tuned, ****!

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

Pull up with a ten, her waist 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 (Whoa)

Scared money don't make no money (Whoa)

Scared money don't make no money (Whoa)

Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (Uh-oh)

Ball to hard on **** like Zion when he bust out the shoe

See that lil' switch on the Glock, you can't shoot back when we start to shootin'

Thuggin' on the block with 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 comin' 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 (Who you is?)

Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, hoe

Have yo' cash together, cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat

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's (Big Bag)

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

Pull up with a ten, her waist 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 (Whoa)

Scared money don't make no money (Whoa)

Scared money don't make no money (Whoa)

Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies