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

Why you bring that money to the vlub if you ain't throwing it? How you naked on the 'Gram but in person you ain't showing it? 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) 50 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 mill' 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 (uh-oh) 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 milli' 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 (uh-oh) 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 milli' 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 (uh-oh)