Don't worry about it, nigga, get your money Don't worry about it, nigga, get your money
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Don't worry about it, nigga, get your money Don't worry about it, nigga, get your money
Don't worry about it, nigga, get your money She been gettin' bread, she been stackin' honeys
All her homegirls, they ain't really on it Yeah, she got her own crib with the game
And a couple hundred bands in the safe Don't need a nigga for nothin'
Know the streets, she ain't no dummy Walk around smellin' like money
Lucy clean, taste like honey
Newspaper, she livin' loudly Livin' at home, she be at the drone tree
Your mama know she bad and she pay instead of getting that bread
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How you get a brand -new whip? That's right. Your nigga must've bought that, huh? Give a fuck what he think. Don't tell his ass nothing.
He can't tell hoes what to do. He ain't no pimp. He don't make more than you.
He got mad when he found out. What? You bought a new car and you bought a house.
He says you only like niggas with little dicks. He don't know what to do with a baller bitch.
Fuck that excuse. You can't handle the truth. She get money. She got more bands than you. In the club,
She got more fans than you and in the street.
She do things you can't never do. Like what? Getting money with these real niggas. A lot of y 'all scary like little bitches.
Don't worry about a nigga. Get yo money. Don't worry bout a nigga. Get yo money. Don't worry bout a nigga. Get yo money.
Don't worry bout a nigga, get your money
