Eric Goudy III - Ain't Worried lyrics

[Verse 1: Euro] I'm that Dominican n***a, your b**h be talkin' 'bout I'm in a different city, you can f** her now I got a whole collection of my ho collection Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection I said, "f** all y'all n***as, except my n***as" Security don't check my n***as, all y'all n***as gon' respect my n***as Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck my n***a Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all, cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my n***as Got a big dream, from a small town Got a small circle, you never get around Old hoes thinkin' I'mma put 'em on now Room full of bad b**hes, I'mma put 'em all down Always been broke, who's rich now? I ain't never had change, why switch now? Money talks n***a, I ain't never heard sh** Til y'all heard me spit, now everything loud Got a mojo, with a flow-flow Got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no Coolin' in the cut with a bud sipping romo No love for the po-po's Gotta pour more for my n***as in the hell hole Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle Cause I sell flows and he sell dope, n***a work [Break: Mack Maine] Yeah, Euro What up this Mack the fortune teller The n***a that put y'all on Miley Cyrus Negrodamus my n***a Predicting futures You need some lottery numbers holla at me n***a I got you [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Put a n***a in that hearse, long a** K no nina Word to Martin I'm cold with this homie buck shots Like Pam make a n***a say, "Damn Gina" Millzy! Money don't mean nothing, my youngin' I'll k** you for some sneakers This Dedication 5, no vacations slime We in the endzone and they in bleachers Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin' n***a act dumb, push the bu*ton, f** 'em Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA Little n***a no discussion Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane All y'all wack a** n***as stay out of Millz lane Big guns that go over the shoulder dog My team strapped, no overalls So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer I'm not from this era that beef on computers Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you Special I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher Shots in your challenger, shots in your pa**enger Hittin' your girl then I'm pa**ing her Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin' Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin' D5! [Outro: Jae Millz] We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money) n***a we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz) n***a we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing) n***a we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)