LYRICS: YG ft Moneybagg Yo X J. Cole – Scared Money

Verse 1: YG]
Why you carry that cash to the membership for those who ain’t throwin’ it?
The way you bare on the ‘Gram however in individual, you ain’t showin’ shit?
Why you go in opposition to the gang? You’ll be able to’t beat ’em, nigga, be a part of it
Ain’t faucet in if you bought to Cali, bought your ass extorted
Model new coupe, I flooring it, model new bitch, gotta whore it
Model new Glock, I like it, have a nigga runnin’ like Forrest
V.I.P, I’m essential, within the hood, I ain’t by no means no vacationer
Received the drop on the opp, we Dora discover it (Ay)
YG from the streets, YG went legit (Ay)
YG lit, YG begin a enterprise along with your bitch (Ay)
Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a visit (Ay)
YG assume he Kanye West, he bought his personal kicks
Woah, recent out a pandemic however I ain’t rusty
Woah, have a child by me, bitch, come be fortunate
Woah, bitch I’ma throw all of it, all of the strippers love me
Woah, stroll in greatest dressed however I ain’t no Child Cudi

[Interlude]
Woman, did he simply say what I feel he simply mentioned?
Bitch, sure

[Chorus: YG]
Talkin’ such as you lit, your bitch higher not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
I’m so lit, SportCenter gotta submit my clips
One lay-up they usually deal with me like I’m Luka Dončić
2-6, nigga, and we used to battle
Flip these model new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks
Purple bottoms ’trigger the blood bled out ’em, aw rattling
If I’m miss ’em, 4Hunnid crimson dot ’em, aw rattling
I used to be thinkin’ ’bout walkin’ up a stack of crates (Hmm)
However I used to be busy stackin’ cake, heheh
Cole fuckin’ World, say the entire identify
Cole assume he Drizzy Drake, he bought his personal airplane
Flew all of it around the globe and now I’m again, bitch
Three cribs in the identical neighborhood, I’m that wealthy
These niggas pray to God to make it on The Shade Room
In the meantime I made it on the “Bitch, I’m hella paid” room
Highway blocks when Cole drop, they push again they rollouts
That’s proper pussy, make room, keep tuned, nigga

[Chorus: YG]
Talkin’ such as you lit, your bitch higher not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
Ball too laborious on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe
See that lil’ change on the Glock, you may’t shoot again after we begin shootin’
Thuggin’ on the block with YG, set trippin’, my pockets blue (True)
VVVs value some cheese, attain for these, I blam on you (Bow, bow)
Scared cash don’t make no cash
I bought reveals comin’ in, however the lure nonetheless bunkin’
Wrapped the Lamb’ truck white, however the inside’s pumpkin
Grip her neck after we be hunchin’ and he or she like once I speak nation (Who you is?)
Large speaker, yeah, huge shit talker, hoe
Have your money collectively, value a Mike Vick for a truffle boat (Seven)
{Dollars}, followers and ratchet hoes, I bought plenty of these (The place you at?)
Gettin’ me some head, waitin’ on my meals to prepare dinner at Pappadeaux (Let’s go)
Large Bagg

[Chorus: YG]
Talkin’ such as you lit, your bitch higher not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Scared cash don’t make no cash (Woah)
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies