Scared Money

She working like a pro when she go and grab a pole
Every time she hit the stage she be putting on a show
Because she know, scared money don't make no money
Yeah she know, scared money don't make no money
Only for a check she show pussy and her tits
You twerking like a fool but can you do it on a dick
She said, scared money don't make no money
I heard her say, scared money don't make no money

I seen your pretty ass before I hit the door
I like ones to touch your body before they hit the floor
Ready, set, go, go,
Up, down, yo, yo
Up there working like your kids need some new shit
She drop into a split and I'm like ooo shit
Hold up, stop, ass still move
Lean on rocks, high school moves
Ninety's baby I aint nothing like the rest though
Try to rob me, head shot fuck a vest ho
Walking in setting guidelines to dress codes
She don't bang but she still going to rep the set though
Yeah you fine with your fine ass
Body shaped like an hour glass
Scrutinize while the time pass
Mean at first but now she sweet like a sour patch

She working like a pro when she go and grab a pole
Every time she hit the stage she be putting on a show
Because she know, scared money don't make no money
Yeah she know, scared money don't make no money
Only for a check she show pussy and her tits
You twerking like a fool but can you do it on a dick
She said, scared money don't make no money
I heard her say, scared money don't make no money

Scared money don't make no money
But I dare a nigga to try to take something from me
I be running up a check, these niggas in debt
I got goons in my set, that pay me with respect
On the pole working hard like this what she born to do
I don't know her real name, I just call her my little boo
You the shit, baby number two, hot like we in June
What it do, I just need to know, should we get a room
What's the word, she know I flip birds, Styrofoam with syrup
Rolling herb, if you think I aint getting no money that's absurd
She took her time with it, she shake her ass then cash hit it
In the back with it, pulling out her tracks, adlibbing
She want them racks nigga, aint got no time for no wack nigga
You aint impressing nobody with that little stack nigga
My money long I'm thinking about giving some of this back
All this money in the air she said she cant see where I'm at
That's alright, bitch I'm high like flights, we don't fuck with mice
All this ice around my neck look like I broke that shit twice
I'm alright, but the way a nigga flowing think I'm sick
When the light hit the ice it look like I'm taking pics
Yeah you fine with your bad ass
All this money that you make you need a trash bag
She like her hair pulled and her ass smacked
Yeah them other bitches fine but you the last act

She working like a pro when she go and grab a pole
Every time she hit the stage she be putting on a show
Because she know, scared money don't make no money
Yeah she know, scared money don't make no money
Only for a check she show pussy and her tits
You twerking like a fool but can you do it on a dick
She said, scared money don't make no money
I heard her say, scared money don't make no money



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Writer(s): Grindhouse Trey
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