Ain't Worried Bout Sh*t
Ha, I'm, so cool (yeah, nigga)
Smoke one, blow one, nigga (damn, Birdman, Birdman)
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want (J-R, ya know)
'Til they come get us nigga (yeah, yeah)
You feel me? We gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food, nigga (yeah, yeah)
And it got to be the best of the best (B-gang, nigga)
One, come on, shorty, get with me, nigga (ayy)
See I ride when I gotta (gotta)
Grind 'cause I gotta (gotta)
Milk this game 'til it's sour (oh)
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter (oh)
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, "Holla," y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap, but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you, in fact
Like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand
They ain't squeezin' nothin', I'm Weezy fuckin'
Leave a motherfucker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only Aston buggy, boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
It's that simple
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker tryin' to stay rich
The cops on my trail, so my track, I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker, tryin' to stay rich
The cops on my trail, so my track, I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, pimpin', it's some fraud 'round here
Nigga, better stop hatin' 'fore they disappear (disappear, nigga)
I see the same ol' shit (yeah)
And pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that 'Nolia, dawg
Them Third Ward Hot Boy soldiers, dawg (Hot Beezo, nigga)
And make a nigga understand
When you fuckin' with the soldier
With that grandmaster plan, nigga (believe that, daddy)
I'm tryin' to make a few millions (yeah)
Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin' (stop dealin', nigga)
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a nigga livin' (biatch)
I bring you back, '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the floor, nigga (what's up, Joe?)
'Cause we was doin' it, dawg (yeah)
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it, dawg
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker tryin' to stay rich
The cops on my trail, so my track, I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker, tryin' to stay rich
The cops on my trail, so my track, I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
And I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
And plenty times, I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they'd probably cry
Like the strings on a guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do' (yeah)
Don't make me cut off the lights, g'night (alright, shorty, fuck 'em, nigga)
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood, gettin' the groove on (groove on, nigga)
Every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on (tool on, nigga)
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down (yeah)
Nigga represent the bling 'cause I hold my own crown, nigga (my own crown, nigga)
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em nigga
The only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em (yes)
And go and get some more dough, nigga
Yeah shorty, this grindin' to another linin', nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over, nigga
Think I'mma let one of you bitch niggas stop me
From gettin' a billion dollars, nigga?
Fuck you and what you made of, nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit
That's your shit, nigga
Suck a nigga dick and die, nigga
Shorty, Birdman, made man, nigga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity nigga
Fuck anything in between
If you in the line of duty, nigga, you got your issue, nigga, feel me?
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