Lyrics BJ The Chicago Kid – Worryin’ Bout Me
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Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But, worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But, worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Haha, I’m laughing, haha
Every time you in the place, I see hate in your eyes
Yeah, I know it ain’t your birthday, but I got a surprise
So, I knew I had to tell you when I saw you on sight
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, I’m on your brain
It’s strange, you wouldn’t know my name if it weren’t for the fame
Haha, still laughing, haha
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high
Adios
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But, worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But, worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
(Offset)
Hop in the coupe in my city, frustrated
Give my grandma $50,000, she need it (Grandma)
The bitch actin’ crazy, the bitch get deleted (Bye)
Find it amazing I made it, I made it (Amazing)
In a private jet bitch, eating steak and linguini
My luggage Gucci, I’m cheating on Fendi (Gucci)
Her nigga like Boosie, bitch bad as Trina
The coupe is red as ruby(Red)
Somewhere, off eating sushi (Sushi)
Go buy lil’ mama some Gucci (Lil’ mama)
My wrist is water like jacuzzi (Water)
I get the money ’cause I choose it (Money)
Scars on me, couple bruises (Scars)
Don’t worry ’bout me, ’cause God got me
And I know my life is kinda ruthless
Gotta run to the sack, nigga take you a load (Vroom vroom)
Pull up in ‘Rari, the engine in back and I take off the hat
Got me a sack, that’s a fat Maybach matte
Stack, stack, I put that shit back (Put that shit back)
Me and these racks go way back like Cat in the Hat (Racks, racks)
Give me the wave back (Ho)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But, worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Tellin’ me about this and that, the only difference ‘tween false and facts
Is that you niggas never where I’m at
And gettin’ close? We ain’t havin’ that
My minds on my money and my money’s always on my mind
Either love me, or
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, I’m on your brain
It’s strange, you wouldn’t know my name if it weren’t for the fame
Haha, still laughing, haha
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high
Adios
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But, worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money)
Worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But, worryin’ ’bout me ain’t never made you no money
Album
BJ The Chicago Kid – BJ The Chicago Kid - 1123
