Scared Money (feat. Kevin Durant) - Stalley

Why you bring that money to the vlub if you ain't throwing it? How you naked on the 'Gram but in person you ain't showing it? 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) 50 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 mill' 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 (uh-oh) 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 Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a milli' 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 (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 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 Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a milli' 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 (uh-oh)

Big beard, big box Never thought it turn into a Maybach It's a cold world, we all know the answer Gold on my neck, call me Samson Money, money, money every day that my beard grows Rap prince behind dark tints Americana paisley prints, the cities Clark Kent S on my chest, C on my fitted G's on my denim, John Lennon shades Styrofoam filled with lemonade Surf and turf dinner plate Came from a bitter place, now I'm on rich estates Seven thousand acre escape Jackson wool jacket cape Gold drape off my collar Beard longer than Samson's Hand strutin' with the Delilah Went from broke to a baller Spokes on the Impala, young Sinatra BCG rat pack, Visvim backpack filled with dollars Made money from being honest and these fake niggas hate it That a real nigga made it, off of no favors Now I'm in that farm house, far out, with no neighbors Got more haters than money problems Cause every day my beard grows, the money follows Long beard, don't care, let the money pile up The child of the sun, so I shine like one Intelligent rap nigga, so I rhyme like one Never clung to dumb niggas, I never minded them Always plain Jane'd my wrist, I never diamonded them But I always take risks, that's how my life begun One mother, one sister, without a bite or crumb That's why I write on this paper and give my life to them And stack all this paper like I'm recycling Why I attract all these haters, I'm just a righteous man Maybe cause they MC Lyte, paper thin But I give 'em the Stevie J rap face or the paper grin Won't let these niggas stop my hair growth on my chinny chin Money long like Kevin Durant F you niggas who said I can't Hold up, f you niggas again That's just how I'm feeling man Straight up, I just don't be caring, this cold world we in So I'mma get this paper until the very end

Ohio (Ohio) Hahaha Over here I'm original You can put your money on me I'm about to go digital Just watch me turn nothing into something keep it jumpin' y'all don't hear me though Used to try to treat a young nigga, like a nigga was invisible Now I'm feeling invicible 'Cuz over here I'm original (put your money on me) You can put your money on me I'm about to go digital (put your money on me) The speakers ain't the only thing loud, niggas smoking on medicinal (put your money on me) Catch me going down on the cloud, black and mild, that's traditional (Put your money on me) Got me feeling invicible 'Cuz over here I'm original Two one six, six one four, nigga that's my shit Five one three, four one nine, my Natty and Toldeo niggas on they grind I'm a four four O, nine three seven and this seven four O rollin' 7-11 I'm in that 330, 330 (330) I'm in that 330, cuz over here I'm original Two one six, six one four, nigga that's my shit Five one three, four one nine, my Natty and Toledo niggas on they grind I'm original (You can put your money on me) you can put your money me