CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : HMU
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
'Cause I been countin' up these racks, I ain't known to stress
And I been smokin' on that pressure, feel it in my chest
Baby, I'm different, I'm not like these n***as like the rest
And boy, they think that this sh*t funny, boy, you is a clown
And know what we doin' [?] spray a hundred rounds
You lookin' like you is a b*t*h, you look like you's a clown
These n***as really steal my swag, they walk off with my sound
Why you mad, boy? Why you copyin' all my swag? Damn
You on my SoundCloud, you been listenin' to my tracks, damn
She pulled up to my crib, I'm like, "Girl, what's the plan?" Damn
Don't f**k with 12, no, I don't f**k with Uncle Sam, nah
Lyin' out your ass, boy, you cappin' up on Twitter
Mama raised a winner, no, she ain't raised no damn quitter
Gotta make a call, I'm finna call up one of my hitters
Chopper finna warm you up like this sh*t is the winter
I only make hits, boy, I ain't never miss
My n***as pull up with the magazines, we don't need clips
I don't care what n***as gon' say, no, I don't give no sh*ts
Them bullets shootin' right through your body, shoot them hollow tips
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag or worried 'bout a check
'Cause I been countin' up these racks, I ain't known to stress
And I been smokin' on that pressure, feel it in my chest
Baby, I'm different, I'm not like these n***as like the rest
And boy, they think that this sh*t funny, boy, you is a clown
And know what we doin' [?] spray a hundred rounds
You lookin' like you is a b*t*h, you look like you's a clown
These n***as really steal my swag, they walk off with my sound
Why you mad, boy? Why you copyin' all my swag? Damn
You on my SoundCloud, you been listenin' to my tracks, damn
She pulled up to my crib, I'm like, "Girl, what's the plan?" Damn
Don't f**k with 12, no, I don't f**k with Uncle Sam, nah
Lyin' out your ass, boy, you cappin' up on Twitter
Mama raised a winner, no, she ain't raised no damn quitter
Gotta make a call, I'm finna call up one of my hitters
Chopper finna warm you up like this sh*t is the winter
I only make hits, boy, I ain't never miss
My n***as pull up with the magazines, we don't need clips
I don't care what n***as gon' say, no, I don't give no sh*ts
Them bullets shootin' right through your body, shoot them hollow tips
