To Be Worried

I can't sell out for no money 'cause I got ambition Brodie ready to catch a body, shit, his hand itchin' I ain't dropped in a lil' minute, shit, my fans miss me Forty thousand in both ears you know I can't listen And I like to stand on it, lil' mama I'm 'bout to stand in it Hmm, tsarted from the bottom then I transitioned OG gave the game and walked, lil' nigga, I ran with it And all my stripes are original, I might Stan Smith it Comin' back off in this bitch, walked in like I left some' I don't show that bitch attention, treat her like a step son You gon' see these footprints, get your bitch ass stepped on Told her after she had a baby I'm gon' get her press done Havin' meetings, eatin' five star dinners, buyin' out the restaurants Don't compare me to none of them goofies, I'm one of the best ones Fuck that nigga, let his ass bleed out 'til the flesh run Paper cuts on my bitch thong Boy, I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy) I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh, oh-oh, oh) I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga Boy, I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy) Swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga One thing is for certain I know my opps gon' get rolled on Paperwork don't lie, go find a legal I done told on Snitchin'll get you killed, will get you flipped just like a old phone Hold on, wait a minute, y'all done got me started in this bitch (yeah) Special ed, chopper go retarded in this bitch (grrah) Shoot at all your dogs, no disregardin' in this bitch (my bad) Say some' wrong, nigga I beg your pardon in this bitch Ballin' in the field, they think I'm cheatin' like Sammy Sosa (ayy) Seein' Nipsey dyin' in front of his store some shit I can't get over (on God) So don't ask me why I keep that fire on my hip (don't ask) Take them Rollin' 60s, pocket full of Crips (ayy) Twelve hit the house they lookin' for me left it 'round shack Pull up on the bros and shoot dice, and I'm Dapper Dan fresh Fuck I look like thinkin' 'bout niggas, why you in that man head? I'm the rubber band man Boy I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (Niggas know I'm gettin' too much money man) (ayy) I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh) (I don't even carry rubber bands no more, I just keep them bank scripts, man, you know what I'm sayin'?) I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (That yellow one, that's that ten thousand motherfucker right there boy) Boy, I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy) (And that's on the daily though, we poppin' them motherfuckers like they rubber bands dog) Swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (Homie) I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga