Scared Money Lyrics - N.o.r.e.

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 

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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 

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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!