Playboi Carti - Word 2 Yam$ lyrics

[Hook] I ain't worried bout no b**h Thumbin' through the check Boi, money got me sick My Ex done got me sick Aye, cash cash My car go fast fast n***a, Ferrari smash Money bags, Aye Yeah, she all on my dick I might just smash Pa** her to my clique Then I hit her last I ain't worried bout no b**h Boi I'm off this gas, yeah My phone blowin' up I think they need some gas [Verse 1] I ain't worried bout no b**h Boi I'm off this gas My phone blowin' up I think they need some gas Aye, these cops on my a** Dirty kitchen, Dirty cash Cash Carti, Money Bag$$ Yeah, hoe I keep a sack Got a car filled with act I'm a real a** n***a 40 clip with the strap Blow a n***a off the map Blowin' backwards in the trap, aye n***a talkin' down, boy my n***as spray [Hook] I ain't worried bout no b**h Thumbin' through the check Boi, money got me sick My Ex done got me sick Aye, cash cash My car go fast fast n***a, Ferrari smash Money Bag$$, Aye Yeah, she all on my dick I might just smash Pa** her to my clique Then I hit her last I ain't worried bout no b**h Boi I'm off this gas, yeah My phone blowin' up I think they need some gas [Verse 2] She a scene hoe It's all good though Pull down my pants, oh Don't use yo hands, wow I heard about you girl You heard about me too You heard I got them bands I heard that mouth approve [Hook] I ain't worried bout no b**h Thumbin' through the check Boi, money got me sick My Ex done got me sick Aye, cash cash My car go fast fast n***a, Ferrari smash Money bags, Aye Yeah, she all on my dick I might just smash Pa** her to my clique Then I hit her last I ain't worried bout no b**h Boi I'm off this gas, yeah My phone blowin' up I think they need some gas