Rich Homie Quan - To Be Worried lyrics

[Verse 1] I can't sell out for no money 'cause I got ambition Bro been ready to catch a body, sh*t, his hand itchin' I ain't dropped in a lil minute, sh*t, my fans miss me 40 thousand in both ears you know I can't listen And I like to stand on lil mama I'm 'bout to stand in it Started from the bottom then I transitioned OG gave the game and walked, lil ni**a, I ran with it And all my stripes are original, I might Stan Smith it Coming back off in this b*tch, walked in like I left sumn I don't show that b*tch attention, treat her like a step son You gon' see this footprints, get your b*tch ass stepped on Told her after she had a baby I'm gon' get her pressed on Having meetings, eating five star dinners, buying out the restaurants Don't compare me to none of them goofies, I'm one of the best ones fu*k that ni**a, let his ass bleed out 'till the flesh run Paper cuts on my b*tch thong [Chorus] Boy I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a (Ayy) I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a (Oooou) I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a Boy I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a (Ayy) Swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a [Verse 2] One thing is for certain I know my opps gon' get rolled on Paperwork don't lie go find a legal [?] told on Snitching will get you killed, will get you flipped just like a old phone Hold on, wait a minute, y'all done got me started in this b*tch (Yeah) Special ed, shopper go retarded in this b*tch (Rrrra) Shoot at all your [?] no disregarding in this b*tch Say sumn wrong, ni**a I beg your pardon in this b*tch Balling in the field, they think I'm cheating like Sammy Sosa Seeing Nipsey dying in front of his store some sh*t I can't get over (On God) So don't ask me why I keep that fire on my hip (Don't ask) [?] rolling sixties, pocket full of crips Twelve hit that house they looking for me left it [?] Pull up on a bro that shoot dice and I'm Dapper Dan fresh fu*k I look like thinking 'bout ni**as, why you in that man head? I'm the rubber band man [Chorus] Boy I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a (ni**as know I'm getting too much money man) I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a Boy I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a (Ayy) Swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ni**a