I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough (Yuh)
I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough
(Hol, on is that Racki?)
Yeah, I got the packs I ain' gotta worry bout' tax
When them boy hop on the tracks, tell them relax
I got my hacks, over there just get my snacks
It's all an act, just look at my paper It's all stacked
And that's a fact It's exact
Don't talk about me, I get your head licked off for free
ABC, talk too much and your head get licked off with a TV
She gotta talk to me nicely, she said that she fuck with the white tee
We in the V.I.P, quick ride out in the SUV I'm not of the LSD
I got a double cup, can say I'm off of the lean
I said "Turn on the AC"
Call up my sweetie, tell her link me, huh (Yeah)
We don't have time to be petty, huh
I got smoke, that boy he broke
That one spoke, I got dough yeuh
Uh, I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough (Yuh)
I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough
I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough
I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough
(I got my, I got my)