Scared Money (Explicit)

Lyrics

Grab the baking soda homie (Evidence!)
 Huh, huh (why?)
 I'mma show them how to whip it up for Ricky dia!
 (Scared money, scared money, scared money, sacred money)
 Scared money don't make no money, (Uh huh)
 Scared money don't make no money, (Uh huh)
 Scared money don't make no money
 If I ever go broke, I'mma take yo money
 I'm on my northside Philly shit, southside furious
 That boy and his bag and that boy is serious
 Two chicks give me head on they periods
 Make them run threesomes, 'cus they a little curious
 Scared money, they don't make enough
 You wanna go to war you don't make enough
 Have my niggas in your crib when you waking up...
 YOU KNOW WHAT THIS RIGHT? GIVE ME EVERYTHING (BOOM!)
 They don't want that type of beef so they wanna squash it
 Know N.O.R.E's a shooter, I don't miss my target (target)
 And fuck it I'm a rider
 Magnum strapped tight, so I'm bustin' all insider her
 Nobody dies a virgin, life fucks us all
 I was born poor, but was raised to ball
 I'm a grown man, pay my own bills
 Great Adventure money, I pay my own thrills
 Scared money don't make no money
 Scared money don't make no money
 Scared money don't make no money
 If I ever go broke, I'mma take yo money
 Scared money don't make no money
 (We ain't never goin' broke)
 Scared money don't make no money
 (As long as this Mexican borders out here...)
 Scared money don't make no money
 (We goin' be fine, ha ha)
 If I ever go broke, I'mma take yo money
 Yeah
 Scared money don't make none
 You ain't really gotta ask where it came from
 Caught fire with the brick, made a dollar off the strip
 And went German engineering with my brake drums
 Used to gamble with three dice, four fify six dream
 Stayed up for three nights, with raw little fix fiend
 Ran from the Po lights, thank God for the six speed
 The slickest of bad bitches with good head that mislead
 Sell it all nigga, then we ball nigga
 If you scared then you better get a dog nigga
 Panamera's and we playing leap frog in em
 If you get what you earn, we belong in em
 If I ever go broke, I'mma take yo money
 Have my nigga snatch yo bitch and rape yo honey
 Goonie shoot up yo wheel you need May Gold money
 Papi said he got that work just bring them Pesos for me (the money)
 As a youngin' I used to be the lookout
 Now we in the kitchen with pigeons having a cookout
 Niggas gettin' took in, niggas gettin' took out
 Used to drive Chargers now they foreign when I pullout
 Maserati, Panamera's, big Ghost's
 Team of killers, long clips, big toasters
 Fuck around they buck you down, get chauffeured
 Nice casket talking past's, big hearses, ha!

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Song Details

Duration
03:33
Key
6
Tempo
115 BPM

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