[Verse 1: J.R Donato]
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no b**h
Thumbing through the check
Boy, money got me sick (money got me)
My Aston got me sick
Cash, cash
My car go fast, fast
n***a Ferrari smash
Money bags (ay)
Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick)
I might just smash, (uh)
Pa** her to my clique, then I hit her last
I ain't worried bout no b**h, boy I'm off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas
I ain't worried 'bout no b**h, boy I'm off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
These cops on my a**
Dirty kitchen, dirty cash
Cash Carti, money bags, yeah
Hoe I keep a sack
Got a cup filled with of act
I'm a real a** n***a
40 clip with the strap
Blow a n***a off the map
Blowing backwoods in the trap
n***as talking down while my n***a spray
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no b**h
Thumbing through the check
Boy, money got me sick (money got me)
My Aston got me sick
Cash, cash
My car go fast, fast
n***a Ferrari smash
Money bags (ay)
Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick)
I might just smash, (uh)
Pa** her to my clique, then I hit her last
I ain't worried bout no b**h, boy I'm off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Should of seen hoe
It's all good though
Pull down my pants, oh
Don't use your hands, woah
I heard about you girl
You heard about me two
You heard i got them bands
I heard that mouth a (?)
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no b**h
Thumbing through the check
Boy, money got me sick (money got me)
My Aston got me sick
Cash, cash
My car go fast, fast
n***a Ferrari smash
Money bags (ay)
Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick)
I might just smash, (uh)
Pa** her to my clique, then I hit her last
I ain't worried bout no b**h, boy I'm off this gas
My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas