متن آهنگ Scared Money (feat. J. Cole and Moneybagg Yo) از J.

متن آهنگ Scared Money (feat. J. Cole and Moneybagg Yo) از J. Cole

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, 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 runnin' 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 (ay) YG lit, YG start a business with yo' bitch (ay) Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip (ay) 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 Talkin' like you lit, yo' bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me? Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh) 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 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 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 Talkin' like you lit, yo' bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me? Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh) Ball too hard on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe (ball) See that lil' switch on the Glock You can't shoot back when we start to shootin' Thuggin' on the block wit' YG set trippin', my pockets blue (true) These VV's cost some cheese, reach for these I'll blam on you (baow, baow) Scared money don't make no money I got shows comin' in but the trap still bunkin' Wrap the Lamb truck white but the insides pumpkin Grip her neck while we be hunchin' And she like when I talk country (who you is?) Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, ho Have yo' cash together, it cost a Mike Vick for a truffle bowl (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, yo' bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a mili' on my neck, who gon' take it from me? Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Scared money don't make no money (whoa) Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies