50 Cent
Don't Worry 'bout It
(Feat. Yo Gotti)
Don't Worry 'bout It
(Feat. Yo Gotti)
Teksti :: Song Lyrics
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Don't worry about how I get my money
Just know I get my money
Don't worry how I spend my money, boy I got a lot
Don't worry bout that car, I don't worry about that bike I rock
Don't worry about them diamonds or that bezel on my watch
Don't worry about it
Don't worry about it
Don't worry about a motherf**kin' thing
Don't worry about it
Don't worry about it
We got a strap up in here, niggas playin'
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
When time pass and I'm not around
Niggas sayin' I'm out of town
Probably movin' them bricks around
They swear they know how I get down
Don't worry about what I'm doing
Don't worry about what I'm doing
My closet full of that fly shit
Black card when I buy shit
Sell the shit you get high with
These niggas on my dick
Don't worry about what I'm doing
Don't worry about what I'm doing
That's your bi**h, I understand
I've seen it all on Instagram
I'm just in the past
All been in that ass
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
[?]
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Be worry about my record deals, I still call my plug
Don't worry about my bi**h, pimping she get money that club
Don't be worry about my partners we get money, we eatin'
You talk shit about a real nigga, bi**h you must be tweakin'
Don't be worried about my whereabouts
Money all I care about
Niggas in my in my neighborhood, play with me I'mma air it out
Why you worry about my money nigga, bi**h you think I'm broke
The Fed worry about what I'm doin', think I'm sellin' dope
I may be, and I may not
Go to jail I may rot
I ain't never gonna snitch nigga
Never been no bi**h nigga
I got big guns, need a extra large
Ya'll niggas got question marks
Talk me down, I'm a real nigga, that's how you get a hater charged
[Hook:]
[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
Don't worry about what they talkin' about
Don't tell me what that bi**hass said
I down, whether you can go with her
Or me at me with another bi**h [?]
Don't worry about how they look at me
My diamonds on, damn look at me
These groupie bi**hes shook at me
Wanna judge and throw the book at me
Don't worry about it
I ain't worried about it, had time to talk to my legal team
Don't worry about it, I ain't worried about it
These shitheads think they get through to me
Still rockin', still rollin'
We holdin', bill foldin', you know it
When I start to ball out
Money start to fall out
Throw it up and fall out the sky
Baddest bi**hes go all out
Whole bar get bought out, that's what I call my lifestyle
[Hook:]
Don't worry about how I get my money
Just know I get my money
Don't worry how I spend my money, boy I got a lot
Don't worry bout that car, I don't worry about that bike I rock
Don't worry about them diamonds or that bezel on my watch
Don't worry about it
Don't worry about it
Don't worry about a motherf**kin' thing
Don't worry about it
Don't worry about it
We got a strap up in here, niggas playin'
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
When time pass and I'm not around
Niggas sayin' I'm out of town
Probably movin' them bricks around
They swear they know how I get down
Don't worry about what I'm doing
Don't worry about what I'm doing
My closet full of that fly shit
Black card when I buy shit
Sell the shit you get high with
These niggas on my dick
Don't worry about what I'm doing
Don't worry about what I'm doing
That's your bi**h, I understand
I've seen it all on Instagram
I'm just in the past
All been in that ass
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
[?]
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Be worry about my record deals, I still call my plug
Don't worry about my bi**h, pimping she get money that club
Don't be worry about my partners we get money, we eatin'
You talk shit about a real nigga, bi**h you must be tweakin'
Don't be worried about my whereabouts
Money all I care about
Niggas in my in my neighborhood, play with me I'mma air it out
Why you worry about my money nigga, bi**h you think I'm broke
The Fed worry about what I'm doin', think I'm sellin' dope
I may be, and I may not
Go to jail I may rot
I ain't never gonna snitch nigga
Never been no bi**h nigga
I got big guns, need a extra large
Ya'll niggas got question marks
Talk me down, I'm a real nigga, that's how you get a hater charged
[Hook:]
[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
Don't worry about what they talkin' about
Don't tell me what that bi**hass said
I down, whether you can go with her
Or me at me with another bi**h [?]
Don't worry about how they look at me
My diamonds on, damn look at me
These groupie bi**hes shook at me
Wanna judge and throw the book at me
Don't worry about it
I ain't worried about it, had time to talk to my legal team
Don't worry about it, I ain't worried about it
These shitheads think they get through to me
Still rockin', still rollin'
We holdin', bill foldin', you know it
When I start to ball out
Money start to fall out
Throw it up and fall out the sky
Baddest bi**hes go all out
Whole bar get bought out, that's what I call my lifestyle
[Hook:]
- Publikimi: 28/03/2014
- Ora: 18:00
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