Lil Wayne - Ain't Worried lyrics

Yeah, Euro n***a [Verse 1: Euro] I'm that Dominican n***a, yo b**h be talking 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 wack or get a bat to 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'll never get around Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now Room full of bad b**hes, I'mma put em all down Hoes 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, [?] Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no Cooling in the cut with a [?] 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 God 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 nino Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots Like Pam make a n***a say "Damn Gina" Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin' Will k** you for some sneakers (blah) 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*tonm, f** em Get'em out of here like the sixth 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 should 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 khalua When we light up the weed 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 coming after you Especially if I'm smashin your sister like [?] 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! 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