UNTITLED SWAVAY

[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