No Worries lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
God forgives, I don't
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My b*tch so mean, she bite down on my di*k
I call her Roscoe Dash, she be writing all on my sh*t
My mind still on my money, my n*ggas still on my side
Ain't' got no worries n*gga, all we do is ride
Don't switch out like Pacquiao, still gon' put my stacks down
Half a mill on Mayweather, I count it down to my crack house
My T-shirt cost 15, my chain ran 1.3
That champagne I p*ss out, Cristal, f*ck Mitt Romney
Top down in my foreign, Double M we touring
God damn her ass fat, my bank account enormous

[Hook: Detail]
You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3
See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3
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 pus*y right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi in this b*tch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pus*y n*ggas be purring, b*tches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this di*k hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your b*tch 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*tch sleek
All these b*tch think they're the sh*t, I sent them up sh*ts 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 Piru, and all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your b*tch n*gga, b*tch n*gga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She say sorry I didn't shave so that pus*y a little furry
I put that pus*y in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
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