MUSIC : YG – SCARED MONEY ft J.COLE | MONEYBAGG YO [Official Audio]

YG features J.Cole and MoneyBagg Yo for a new hit track tagged “Scared Money” which J.Cole does justice to and MoneyBagg Yo keeps the flow high as YG himself set the pace rolling.

J.Cole the Dreamville icon returns with another set of braggadocious bars. YG, Moneybagg, and Cole use their time on the track to speak boastfully about their lives of luxury and cash flow, all while, like many other rappers do, spinning witty lines about why they stand out from the rest.

It is interesting to hear how each of the rappers’ flows complement the Gibbo production, so stream “Scared Money” and share your thoughts on this one. 

Lyrics
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

[Interlude]
Girl, did he just say what I think he just said?
Bitch, yes

[Chorus: YG]
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)
Scared money don’t make no money (Woah)
Scared money don’t make no money (Woah)
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies
I’m so lit Sports Center gotta post my clips
One lay-up and they treat me like I’m Luka Luka Dončić
2-6, nigga, and we use 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 four hundred, red dot him (aw damn)
I was thinking ’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 waste 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
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)
VVV’s cost some cheese, reach for these I’ll blam on you (baow, baow)
Scared money don’t make no money
I got shows coming 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 with?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker ho
Have yo’ cash together, cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat
Dollars, followers, and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (where you at?)
Gettin’ me some head, waiting on my food to cook at Pappadeaux’s (let’s go)
Big bag
Talkin’ like you lit, yo’ bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waste 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

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