Rick Ross - Ain't Worried Bout Nothing (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Ain't Worried Bout Nothing (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' round with that work, strapped up with that Nina Got 2 bad b**hes with me, molly and Aquafina Money don't mean nothing, n***as don't feel you when they see you My whole 'hood love me, but naan n***a wanna touch me I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' [Verse 1: French Montana] n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' 'round through East Tremont n***a, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' 'round with that Nina Ridin' 'round with that AK, that HK, that SK That beam on the scope Window down, blowin' smoke n***as frontin be broke Try rob me, gon' get smoked That gun automatic, my car automatic [Hook] [Verse 2: Diddy] I ain't worried 'bout nothing, I don't even care Talkin' money with you n***as, that ain't even fair 2 b**hes on my lap, popping 20 pills Naked women in my bed, counting 20 mills And I ain't worried 'bout no banks I get drug money n***as talking like they rich ain't got my son's money It's King Combs in this b**h with the best work Give a chick a hundred grand for the best twerk f** the fame all the lights and the stardom Forget about Saint Tropez [?] we landed in Harlem n***as standing in amazement, Diddy my name's in the pavement Worried about nothing cause I'm still counting that money I ain't even made yet Motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] (M-m-m-m-maybach Music) This car called a Rolls, my Belaire be Rosé Gave a b**h 50 bands, I never gave her a rose Watch the pot as it rolls, all my profits just rolls Started on the first floor, my apartments just rose Penthouse full of paintings, my cla**ics look painted Shawty a hustler, she require retainments She let me f** cause I'm famous Bad Boy-related Gold Sky Dweller marjella Maybach umbrella we dangerous [Hook] [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] What is IRS, I don't pay no taxes Blowing money fast, breaking bad batches Ridin' 'round in my lap, I'm flying 'round in my jet I'm so smoked out, so loped out, 20 Crip is my set n***a what y'all wanna do Big Snoop and I'm coming through All my goons in grey and blue Right here right now no me preocupo de na [Hook]