Ain’t Worried Bout Shit Songtext

[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

[Lil’ Wayne] 

See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz 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 ask them buggy boy 

And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money 

Cuz that’s him 

[Chorus 2x: Lil’ Wayne] 

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 niggaz with money shouldn’t act like this

[Baby] 

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 dogg 

Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg 

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 ya back ’84 

Dope game jumpin’ when the water hit the flo’ nigga 

Cuz we was doin’ it dogg 

Everybody gettin’ money, we was doin’ it dogg

[Chorus]

[Lil’ Wayne] 

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 probably cry 

Like the strings on the guitar 

And see you, you with that bullshit that’s leighway to the do’ 

Only to cut off the lights, g’night

[Baby] 

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 

Nigga represent the bling cuz 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

[Chorus]

[Baby] 

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’ma let one of you bitch niggaz 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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