Soulja Boy - Ain't Worried About Nothin lyrics

[Soulja Boy] New York where we at with it Money Forget the comments that they made, we just some young n***as getting paid I ain't worried bout nothing, nothing I ain't worried bout nothing Forget the comments that they made, we just some young n***as getting paid I ain't worried bout nothing, nothing And these days at red carpets I let my j**ellery bling Stand for some f** n***a fall for anything And everyday I hit the block and I make it rain No, literally bruh I make it rain Watch the throne mother f**er I'm the last king Young Soulja Boy came in tag team Shouts out Lil' B this the new sh** Swag took over the rap game b**h I knew it I dooze it it and I f**ing bruise it get your mind right Collateral damage when the head hit the mind sight It's Lil' Dre outta sight n***a outta mind So I'mma spit the same sh** like 20 times Lil' Dre came in the building to k** and I'm willing To stack about 30 million And if you don't believe Google it and see yourself This [?] won't pool they self, look Money coming in everyday, yeah you know that I'm on the grind Welcome to my city I can show you how I get I done gave you your time to shine We gon' pop bottles in the club and all 20 racks sh** we gon' blow it all Standing in the VIP so I see everybody trying to see a king I know they just didn't know it right now right now but I ain't worried bout nothing And when she drop it down on down on down on down and pop it… Came up, show respect Snapback on my head with a S on my chest I'm the best in the flesh Young Dre flash bash digital dash in the club with all that cash Still on deck getting money yeah you know wa**up Every time I pull up man it's like 10 trucks Black on black followed by another like I'm Obama Every single time I drop it's a hit in the summer No droughts over here, we getting to the cake Hopped up out the bed with the cash in the safe Money on deck man nobody's safe 20 on my chain man we headed to the safe Zan with that lean, nothing but Irene Girls going crazy when I'm on the scene Racks on the way, busting out them jeans I keep the camera on me I ain't worried bout a thing All the bands on me, all the cash on me All the racks on me, I ain't worried bout a thing Zan with that lean, nothing but Irene Hoes going crazy when I'm on the scene