Scared Money Lyrics – YG ft. Moneybagg Yo & J. Cole

[Verse 1: YG]
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 sh!t?
Why you go against the gang?
You can't beat 'em, n!gga, join it
Ain't tap in when you got to Cali
Got your as* extorted
Brand new coupe, I floor it
Brand new b!tch, gotta whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it
Have a n!gga running 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 b!tch (Ay)
Fifty b!tches 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, 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

[Interlude]
Girl, did he just say
What I think he just said?
B!tch, yes

[Chorus: YG]
Talking like you lit, your b!tch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, as* chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gone take it from me?
Pu**y, we balling on you f**king 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)
Pu**y, we balling on you f**king dummies

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
I'm so lit, SportCenter gotta post my clips
One lay-up and they treat me like I'm Luka Dončić
2-6, n!gga, 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 thinking 'bout walking up a stack of crates (Hmm)
But I was busy stacking cake, heheh
Cole f**king 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!ggas 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 pu**y, make room, stay tuned, n!gga

[Chorus: YG]
Talking like you lit, your b!tch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, as* chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gone take it from me?
Pu**y, we balling on you f**king 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)
Pu**y, we balling on you f**king dummies

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
Ball too hard on n!ggas 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)
VVVs cost some cheese, reach for these
I blam on you (Bow, bow)
Scared money don't make no money
I got shows coming in but the trap still bunking
Wrapped the Lamb' truck white, but the inside's pumpkin
Grip her neck when we be hunching 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?)
Getting me some head
Waiting on my food to cook at Pappadeaux (Let's go)
Big Bagg

[Chorus: YG]
Talking like you lit, your b!tch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, as* chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gone take it from me?
Pu**y, we balling on you f**king 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)
Pu**y, we balling on you f**king dummies