Scared Money (Explicit) - YG/J. Cole/Moneybagg Yo

Lyrics by：Keenon Jackson/Jack Gibson/Demario Dewayne White, Jr./Jermaine Cole

Composed by：Keenon Jackson/Jack Gibson/Demario Dewayne White, Jr./Jermaine Cole

YG：

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' s**t

Why you go against the gang

You can't beat 'em n***a join it

Ain't tap in when you got to Cali got your a*s extorted

Brand new coupe I floor it brand new b***h gotta w***e it

Brand new Glock I adore it have a n***a 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 b***h

Ay

Fifty b***hes 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***h come be lucky

Woah b***h 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***h yes

Talkin' like you lit your b***h better not be ugly

Pull up with a ten her waist slim a*s chubby

Half a milly on my neck who gon' take it from me

P***y we ballin' on you f**kin' 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***y we ballin' on you f**kin' dummies

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***a and we used to conflict

Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks

Red bottoms 'cause the blood bled out 'em aw d**n

If I'm miss 'em 4Hunnid red dot 'em aw d**n

I was thinkin' 'bout walkin' up a stack of crates

Hmm

But I was busy stackin' cake

Haha s**t

Cole f**kin' 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***h

Three cribs in the same neighborhood I'm that rich

These n***as pray to God to make it on The Shade Room

Meanwhile I made it on the "b***h I'm hella paid" room

Road blocks when Cole drop they push back they rollouts

That's right p***y make room stay tuned n***a

YG：

Talkin' like you lit your b***h better not be ugly

Pull up with a ten her waist slim a*s chubby

Half a milly on my neck who gon' take it from me

P***y we ballin' on you f**kin' 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***y we ballin' on you f**kin' dummies

Moneybagg Yo：

Ball too hard on n***as 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 s**t talker h*e

Have your cash together cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat

Seven

Dollars followers and ratchet h*es 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***h better not be ugly

Pull up with a ten her waist slim a*s chubby

Half a milly on my neck who gon' take it from me

P***y we ballin' on you f**kin' 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***y we ballin' on you f**kin' dummies