YG – Scared Money Lyrics
Artist: YG
Song: Scared Money
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, n#gg#, join it
Ain’t tap in when you got to Cali, got your #ss extorted
Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new b#tch, gotta wh#re it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a n#gg# 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)
Woah, fresh out a pandemic but I ain’t rusty
Woah, have a baby by me, b#tch, come be lucky
Woah, b#tch 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?
b#tch, yes
Talkin’ like you lit, your b#tch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, #ss chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
p#ss#, we ballin’ on you f#ckin’ 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)
p#ss#, we ballin’ on you f#ckin’ dummies
I’m so lit, SportCenter gotta post my clips
One lay-up and they treat me like I’m Luka Dončić
2-6, n#gg#, and we used to conflict
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, heheh
Cole f#ckin’ 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, b#tch
Three cribs in the same neighborhood, I’m that rich
These n#gg#s pray to God to make it on The Shade Room
Meanwhile I made it on the “b#tch, I’m hella paid” room
Road blocks when Cole drop, they push back they rollouts
That’s right p#ss#, make room, stay tuned, n#gg#
Talkin’ like you lit, your b#tch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, #ss chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
p#ss#, we ballin’ on you f#ckin’ 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)
p#ss#, we ballin’ on you f#ckin’ dummies
Ball too hard on n#gg#s like Zion when he bust out the shoe
See that lil’ switch on the Glock, you can’t shoot back when we start shootin’
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 sh#t 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 b#tch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, #ss chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
p#ss#, we ballin’ on you f#ckin’ 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)
p#ss#, we ballin’ on you f#ckin’ dummies
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Scared Money [Explicit]
Release Year: 2022