YG Scared Money Lyrics (feat. Moneybagg Yo & J. Cole)
Why you bring that money to the club if you ain’t throwin’ it
How you make it 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
YG’s from the streets, YG real legit
YG lit, YG start up and switch your bitch
Fifty bitches flew to Capo, YG a trip
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Woah, fresh out a pandemic, but I ain’t rusty
Woah, have a baby buy me bitch, come be lucky
Woah, bitch I’ma throw it all, all the strippers love me
Woah, walkin’ 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 got to post my clips
One lay-up and they treat me like I’m Luka Dončić
Two-six, nigga, and we used to conflict
Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks
Red-bottoms ’cause the blood bled out ’em, oh damn
If I’m missin’ four-hundred, red dot ’em all, 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 niggas pray to God to make it on the ShadeRoom
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 to hard on niggas like Zion when bust out the shoe
See that lil’ switch on the Glock, you can’t shoot back when we start shoot
Thuggin’ on the block with YG, set trippin’ ’cause my pockets blue (True)
VVS cost some cheese, reach for these, I blam on you
Scared money don’t make no money
I got shows comin’ in, but the trap’s still bonkin’
Wrapped the Lamb’ truck white, but the inside’s punkin’
Grip a nigga right where be hunchin’, and she like when I talk country (Who you with?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, hoe
Have your cash together, cost a [Mike Vick?] for a [?] (Said)
Dollars follow us, and ratchet hoes I got a lot of those (Where you at?)
Give me some head, waitin’ on my food, cook it proper though (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