Don’t Worry ’Bout It lyrics

[Produced by Charli Brown Beatz]

[Hook: 50 Cent]
Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, b*tch, just know I get my money
Don't worry 'bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot
Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride
Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Don't worry 'bout a mothaf*ckin' thing
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
We got a strap up in here if n*ggas playing

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
When time pass and I'm not around, n*ggas saying I'm out of town
Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
My closet full of that fly sh*t, black card when I buy sh*t
Sell the sh*t you get high with, these n*ggas on my di*k
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
That's your b*tch, I understand, I've seen it all on Instagram
I'm just from the past, I done been all in that ass
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

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[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't be worry 'bout my record deals cause I still got my plug
Don't be worry 'bout my b*tch pimping, she get money out that club
Don't be worry 'bout my partners and 'em, we get money, we eating
You talk sh*t 'bout a real n*gga, b*tch, you must be tweaking
Don't be worried 'bout my whereabouts, money all I care about
Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and I'mma air it out
Why you worry 'bout my money, n*gga? b*tch, you think I'm broke?
The Fed worry 'bout what I'm doing, think I'm selling dope
I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot
I ain't never gon' snitch, n*gga, never been no b*tch n*gga
I got big guns, need a extra large, y'all n*ggas got question marks
Talking down on a real n*gga, that's how you get a hater charged
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[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout
Don't tell me what that b*tch done said
I'm done with her, you can go with her
I'm leaving here with another b*tch
Don't worry 'bout how they look at me
My diamonds on, damn, look at me
These pus*y n*gga be shooked at me
Wanna judge and throw the book at me
Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
Had time to talk to my legal team
Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
Ain't sh*t they could do to me
Still rocking, still rolling
We holding, bill folding, you know it
When I start to ball out money start to fall out
Throw it up, it fall out the sky
Baddest b*tches go all out, whole bar get bought out
That's what I call my lifestyle

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