Scared Money - Slum Village, Earlly Mac

Before you put it down you should think fam

Think how much you can make damn

Hundred grand on a ring brand

Scared money don’t make na 3X

Man we got hoes, We got doe

We need to roll papers, we need roll

Yeah we those

We got shows, We get blowed

That’s all you need to know

I got a throw back with reboc’s on

When shorty sing that song

What she got on, It’s hard for me not see that thong

It’s hard for me not to breathe right on

Your neck show me respect if you see how long

I put in work i make her twerk it

I’m the officer searching for the murder

With the levies on

You can fuck with the team I’m on

We at the north pole we out cold

[Verse 2: Young RJ

Yea we dat boom

Been them dons since filas on

So flavorful better get you some

Vicious son bitches cum snitches run

From the 313 where dem piston from

Dis dat slum you dim ice berg slim

Drop head bangers excedrin

Veterans all gold medals man

Don’t slow down foot on the pedal man

These sick verses need medicine

Let us in or become a vic-a-tim

Look at them foreign rides big ass rims

Only catch us with the finest fims

AHH shit your money look frighten

The feta that i got a make a nigga pull

A heist in a bank

Can’t caught us in a race

Nigga’s so slow it’s like he did a ball of H

Only way they see us if the lord understakes

Meanwhile I’m on a trip and exotic is the place

Never frantic and you know it’s automatic

It’s authentic like it’s every other day

In the back of us surround us a mother fucking lake

Yeah, nigga’s can’t see my paps

And the wolfs that i got they will tare threw a gate

Damn, can’t see me not way

Yeah off the henny we don’t sip they rosay

Bouncing a city with some bitty in face

And you know she spending a pretty penny

Spreading those legs

You looking silly if every had beg uh