Rick Ross - No Worries lyrics

God forgives, I don't Yeah, yeah, yeah My b**h so mean, she bite down on my dick I call her Roscoe Dash, she be writing all on my sh** My mind still on my money, my n***as still on my side Ain't' got no worries n***a, all we do is ride Don't switch out like Pacquiao, still gone put my stacks down Half a mill on May Weather, I count it down to my crack house My T-shirt cost 15, my chain ran 1.3 That champagne I piss out, Crystal, f** Mitt Romney Top down in my foreign, Double M we touring God damn her a** fat, my bank account enormous You can look me in my face I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries See the sh-rooms keep me up I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see p**y right there red bone mango's right there See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries Tunechi in this b**h, e'rybody should be worried Them p**y n***as be purring, b**hes be digging me I feel buried And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant Man your b**h speak in tongues every time we speak in private Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us And that Jeep with the doors off that means that b**h sleek All these b**h think they're the sh**, I sent them up sh**s creek You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas It's OK if you turn up just don't turn off my light years All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it These are Blood gang Pyru, and all rats gotta die even Stewart On my private jet is my stewardess is your b**h n***a, b**h n***a I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers You don't get dissed, you get disfigured She say sorry I didn't shave so that p**y a little furry I put that p**y in my face: I ain't got no worries Tunechi You can look me in my face I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries See the sh-rooms keep me up I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see p**y right there red bone mango's right there See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries