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' n*gga, 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 somethin'
I don't show that b*tch attention, treat her like a stepson
You gon' see these 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
f*ck that n*gga, let his ass bleed out 'till the flesh run
Paper cuts on my big thumb

[Chorus]
Boy I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga (Ayy)
I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga (Ooooh)
I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga
Boy I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga (Ayy)
Swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga

[Verse 2]
One thing is for certain I know my opps gon' get rolled on
Paperwork don't lie go find the n*gga that done 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 (Brrrah)
Shoot at all your dawgs, no disregarding in this b*tch
Say somethin' wrong, n*gga 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)
Tatem rolling sixties, pocket full of Crips
Twelve hit that house they looking for me, left it ransacked
Pull up on a bro, then shoot dice and I'm Dapper Dan fresh
f*ck I look like thinking 'bout n*ggas, 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 n*gga (n*ggas know I'm getting too much money, man)
I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga
I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga
Boy I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga (Ayy)
Swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga
I swear I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a n*gga