Lyrics To Be Worried - 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