Ain't Worried Bout Shot - Birdman
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 f**k it
Leave a motherf**ker 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'f**ker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this
Yea and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'f**ker 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 f**kin' 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
Yea and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'f**ker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this
Yea and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'f**ker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggas 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 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
Yea and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'f**ker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this
Yea and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
We grindin' like a mo'f**ker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See niggas with money shouldn't act like this