Ain't Worried Bout Shit Lyrics By Birdman
Ha, I'm so cool
Yeah ****, stand one, blow one ****
Birdman
I promise you, we gon' give 'em (Birdman)
What they want 'till they come get us **** (J-R, ya know)
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'till we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food ****
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me ****
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cause I gotta
Milk this game 'till it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter?
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 fuck it
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' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See **** with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See **** with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
**** better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
And pop the same ol' shit 'till your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dawg
Them third world Hot Boys soldiers dawg
And make a **** understand
When you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan, ****
I'm tryin' to make a few million
Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a **** livin'
I bring you back to '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo', ****
'Cause we was doin' it, dog
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it, dog
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See **** with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See **** with money shouldn't act like this
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 ceiling and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk
They'd probably cry, like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullshit that's leeway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every **** uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
**** represent the bling cause I hold my own crown ****
Shit, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips
I love 'em ****, the only way that
We know is how to flip and rescuer 'em
And go and get some more dough, ****
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See **** with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a motherfucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See **** with money shouldn't act like this
Birdman, made man ****
Yeah, that's how it's gonna dig it ****
Fuck anything in between if you in the line of duty
**** you got your issue, ****
Feel me
