Scared Money

(album: I GOT ISSUES - 2022)

Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwing it?
How you naked on the gram but in person you ain't showing 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 yo ass extorted
Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga running like Forrest
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, ay

YG from the streets, YG went legit
YG lit, YG start a business with yo bitch
Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip
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

Girl, did he just say what I think he just said?
Bitch, yes

Talking like you lit yo bitch betta not be ugly
Pull up with a 10, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a millie on my neck, who gon' take it from me
Pussy, we balling on you fucking 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 balling on you fucking dummies

I'm so lit sports center 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 him (Aw damn)
If I miss him, 4Hunnid red dot him (Aw damn)
I was thinking 'bout walking up a stack of crates
But I was busy stacking cake
Cole fucking 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 drops, they push back they rollouts
That's right, pussy, make room, stay tuned, nigga!

Talking like you lit, yo bitch betta not be ugly
Pull up with a 10, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a millie on my neck, who gon' take it from me
Pussy, we balling on you fucking 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 balling on you fucking 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 shooting
Thugging on the block with YG set tripping, my pockets blue (True)
VVV's cost some cheese, reach for these I'll blam on you
Scared money don't make no money
I got shows coming in but the trap still bunking
Wrap the Lamb' truck white but the inside's pumpkin
Grip her neck while we be hunching and she like when I talk country (Who you with?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker hoe
Have yo cash together, cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat (Said)
Dollas, followers, and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (Where you at?)
Getting me some head, waiting on my food to cook at Pappadeaux's (Let's go)
Big bag!

Talking like you lit, yo bitch betta not be ugly
Pull up with a 10, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a millie on my neck, who gon' take it from me
Pussy, we balling on you fucking 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 balling on you fucking dummies