[Hook:]
You can sit back with your feet laid up
In the penthouse suite, you ain't gotta worry 'bout sh**
I'mma go out, get the dough, after that, get some more
To make sure that you ain't worried 'bout sh**
Baby, where the money at? added? where the dough?
Make sure you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout sh**
Put that on my momma and I put that on my daddy
Swear to God, baby, you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout sh**
[Verse:]
I ain't worried 'bout sh** cuz a n***a like me ain't got too much to lose
I ain't got no point to prove, catch his a** slippin' been in overtime to shoot
I be still catchin' Charlie, cuz I'm still crazy
I might pull up on you and then go like Patrick Swayze
Told that b**h to cum thought I was talking masturbation, but I won
n***as talkin' to the police investigatin', ho know what I'm doin'
Whole lotta gula, lots of paper, you know I run it up
You just sit down n***a, p**y n***as stand it up
I got money to the ceiling, I got lots of hoes, cuz I don't got no feelings
Call me Mr. Polar, all I know is dealer
Since I went solo, these n***as In their feelings, ya feel me?
All I'm tryna get is money, tryna stack a couple dollar all to feed my family
Got some B.E.T awards now it's time for a Grammy
I still do it for my mamma, shouts out to Tammy
I had to let her know
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