Ain’t Worried Bout Shit

(Lil Wayne) ha i'm so cool

(Baby) yeah nigga, stand one, blow one nigga

(LW) bird man

(B) i promise you
We gon' give 'em what they want
'til they come get us nigga (LW)
Bird man, J-R, ya know

(B) you feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we
Can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food nigga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga

See I, ride when I gotta, grind cause I gotta
Milk this game 'til 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

Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this

Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
Nigga better stop hatin'
Before they disappear
I see the same ol' shit
And pop the same ol' shit
'til your neighborhood hit (bitch)
Disrespect that Nolia dawg
Them third world Hot Boys soldiers dawg
And make a nigga understand
When you fuckin' with a soldier
With the grandmaster plan (nigga)
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 nigga livin'
I bring you back to '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo'
(nigga) cause we was doin' it, dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it
Dogg

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 nigga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
Niggas represent the bling cause I
Hold 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
And go and get some more dough, nigga

Yeah, 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 ya and what ya made of nigga
Y'understand? Nigga got a problem
With this shit that's your shit nigga
Suck a nigga dick a die nigga
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, feel me?
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