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[Intro] Look, scared money don't make no money Fuck around and let loose, everybody run from me I ain’t never been controlled, never played a nigga dummy Show you funny when I expose two-piece at your tummy, uh Scared money [Verse 1] That's you in that big body Benz, huh? Oh, you done wisened up, diversified your ends, huh? You slapping down an open hand, huh? You used to be the humble nigga Now you walking with your bands up You the type to split it with your mans, huh? You the type to get it and flip it anyway that you can, huh? You a hot boy like you was Juvie, huh? Know you riding on dubs, like it's over with Karrueche, huh? Pretty face, big booty, huh? Bitch, this the iPhone 30, I’m the type to make a movie, huh? Now you flooded with some Louis, huh? Gucci, huh? Getting fade every week like you Boosie, huh? Double-cross, new Suby, huh? Only talking to your dogs, Stewie, huh? Staying in the studio like Tunechi, huh? Watchin' niggas 'round you Know they bound to step they goofy up [Pre-Chorus] Look, they don't want one, they want double Everybody got they hands out around me Like, "Let me hold something for my troubles" (Trouble) And when I say everybody, I mean everybody, nigga Everybody 'round me need something Everybody 'round me need something Everybody 'round me need something Everybody 'round me need something [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it Scared money don’t make no money Fuck around and let loose, everybody run from me [Post-Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it I ain’t never been controlled, never played a nigga dummy Show you funny when I expose two-piece at your tummy [Verse 2] Look, you's a bitch nigga, I could tell How many niggas want drink from the wishing well? How many niggas want part? In my emails Drain me dry out my money, nigga, might as well How many niggas need the invoice? How many niggas as a gift need a Benz choice? How many niggas wanna question ’bout my friend choice? Like I ain't been throwing lobs since Ben, boy I gotta whole lotta kids, no friends, boy I even gotta treat my mama like she ten, boy Once you cut the hand off, no amends, boy Paranoid, two straps in my Benz, boy Nigga, I got stress for days, getting rest, not today Scared of all this jealousy, I need a vest today Niggas really need me to rap my best today See me out in the street, new test today "How SwaVay gon' react when he find out? All because this nigga up, we all shine now And we gon' ride the wave up, its his time now And since he up so much, he pay the fine now" [Chorus] You tell me, is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it Scared money don’t make no money Fuck around and let loose, everybody run from me [Verse 3] Bitch, you wasn't with me shooting in the gym All my niggas 'round me right now, treat them better than my kin And I stay with Young Metro like we was motherfuckin' twins If he Quincy, then I'm M If he Dre, then, yeah, I'm Em And I'm paranoid, not moving like the fuckin' president It's the Boominati world, you just a fuckin' resident I'm the landlord, ho, I'ma need my fuckin' rent Hands out, grow sisters, this is not a fuckin' trend This a worldwide takeover, this is no democracy I know she wanna fuck me 'cause of what she can get outta me A lot of niggas 'round me right now the ones that doubted me 'n' now they only 'round me 'cause of what they can get outta me Money, clothes, hoes, "What can Dre get for me? Gotta stay at Dre table, nigga, Dre finna eat Gotta stay in Dre pockets, try to get him while he sleep Gotta stay around Dre and forever live free"