[Verse 1: YG] Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwin' it How you make it 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 YG's from the streets, YG real legit YG lit, YG start up and switch your bitch Fifty bitches flew to Capo, YG a trip YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks Woah, fresh out a pandemic, but I ain't rusty Woah, have a baby buy me bitch, come be lucky Woah, bitch I'ma throw it all, all the strippers love me Woah, walkin' best dressed, but I ain't no Kid Cudi
[Interlude] Girl, did he just say what I think he just said? Bitch, yes
[Pre-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
[Chorus: YG] 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
[Verse 2: J. Cole] I'm so lit SportCenter got to post my clips One lay-up and they treat me like I'm Luka Dončić Two-six, nigga, and we used to conflict Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks Red-bottoms 'cause the blood bled out 'em, oh damn If I'm missin', 4Hunnid red dot 'em all, 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 ShadeRoom 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
[Pre-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
[Chorus: YG] 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
[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo] Ball to 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 shoot Thuggin' on the block with YG, set trippin' 'cause my pockets blue (True) VVS cost some cheese, reach for these, I blam on you Scared money don't make no money I got shows comin' in, but the trap's still bonkin' Wrapped the Lamb' truck white, but the inside's punkin' Grip a nigga right where be hunchin', and she like when I talk country (Who you with?) Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, hoe Have your cash together, cost a [Mike Vick?] for a [?] (Said) Dollars follow us, and ratchet hoes I got a lot of those (Where you at?) Give me some head, waitin' on my food, cook it proper though (Let's go) Big Bagg
[Pre-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
[Chorus: YG] 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' dummiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
