YG - Scared Money (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YG - Scared Money (en) Lyrics
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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 your 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 the opp,
we Dora explore it (Ay)
YG from the streets,
YG went legit (Ay)
YG lit, YG start a business
with your bitch (Ay)
Fifty bitches 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,
bitch, come be lucky
Woah, bitch 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?
Bitch, yes
Talkin' like you lit, your
bitch better 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 money don't make
no money (Woah)
I'm so lit, SportCenter
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 'em, aw damn
If I'm miss 'em, 4Hunnid
red dot 'em, aw damn
I was thinkin' 'bout walkin'
up a stack of crates (Hmm)
But I was busy stackin'
cake (Haha, shit)
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 drop, they
push back they rollouts
That's right pussy, make
room, stay tuned, nigga
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 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
shit 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?)
Gettin' me some head, waitin'
on my food to cook at
Pappadeaux (Let's go)
Big Bagg
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