Birdman & Lil Wayne – Ain't Worried Bout Shit Lyrics

Birdman & Lil Wayne – Ain't Worried Bout Shit Lyrics
Ain't Worried Bout Shit
Birdman & Lil Wayne
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    "Ain't Worried Bout Shit." - Birdman & Lil Wayne

    Album: Like Father, Like Son (Deluxe Edition)
    Track No: 10
    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

    Writer(s): B. Williams, D. Carter & T-Mix.

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