LYRICS OF "To Be Worried" - Rich Homie Quan - LYRICS

LYRICS OF "To Be Worried"  - Rich Homie Quan - LYRICS

Rich Homie Quan - "To Be Worried" (Lyrics)

Lyrics of the song "To Be Worried"  the artist Rich Homie Quan 

I can't sell out for no money 'cause I got ambition

Brodie ready to catch a body, shit, his hand itchin'

I ain't dropped in a lil' minute, shit, my fans miss me

Forty thousand in both ears you know I can't listen

And I like to stand on it, lil' mama I'm 'bout to stand in it

Hmm, tsarted from the bottom then I transitioned

OG gave the game and walked, lil' nigga, I ran with it

And all my stripes are original, I might Stan Smith it

Comin' back off in this bitch, walked in like I left some'

I don't show that bitch attention, treat her like a step son

You gon' see these footprints, get your bitch ass stepped on

Told her after she had a baby I'm gon' get her press done

Havin' meetings, eatin' five star dinners, buyin' out the restaurants

Don't compare me to none of them goofies, I'm one of the best ones

Fuck that nigga, let his ass bleed out 'til the flesh run

Paper cuts on my bitch thong

Boy, I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy)

I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh, oh-oh, oh)

I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga

Boy, I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy)

Swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga

One thing is for certain I know my opps gon' get rolled on

Paperwork don't lie, go find a legal I done told on

Snitchin'll 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 bitch (yeah)

Special ed, chopper go retarded in this bitch (grrah)

Shoot at all your dogs, no disregardin' in this bitch (my bad)

Say some' wrong, nigga I beg your pardon in this bitch

Ballin' in the field, they think I'm cheatin' like Sammy Sosa (ayy)

Seein' Nipsey dyin' in front of his store some shit I can't get over (on God)

So don't ask me why I keep that fire on my hip (don't ask)

Take them Rollin' 60s, pocket full of Crips (ayy)

Twelve hit the house they lookin' for me left it 'round shack

Pull up on the bros and shoot dice, and I'm Dapper Dan fresh

Fuck I look like thinkin' 'bout niggas, why you in that man head?

I'm the rubber band man

Boy I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga

(Niggas know I'm gettin' too much money man) (ayy)

I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh)

(I don't even carry rubber bands no more, I just keep them bank scripts, man, you know what I'm sayin'?)

I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga

(That yellow one, that's that ten thousand motherfucker right there boy)

Boy, I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy)

(And that's on the daily though, we poppin' them motherfuckers like they rubber bands dog)

Swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (Homie)

I swear I'm gettin' too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga