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French Montana

Ain't Worried About Nothin' (Skeemix)

 

Ain't Worried About Nothin' (Skeemix)


[Intro: French Montana]
(HAHHH!) French Montana!
I came out to the West Coast; they told me "Look man
If you don't DJ, SKEEEE, you ain't rocking out here"
You kno what I'm sayin'? So I had to come personally to the studio
And had to meet my dawg DJ Skee, French Montana, all the way from the westside

[Chorus: French Montana]
Ain't worried bout nothing, nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing
Nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing, nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing (HAHHH!)
I ain't worried bout nothing, Skee ain't worried bout nothing
Nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing, DJ Skee ain't worried bout nothing

[Problem]
Riding round with that work, went out for them people
And them ho niggas looking thirsty, please get them Aquafina
Money gone faster than cheetahs, old hoes miss this king like Cleveland (WHAAAT?!)
I ride through the hood, sucka niggas be hating
Say they sure gon' get at me, I been anxiously waiting
Sipping Pina Coladas, smoking flower with asians
Bitches, can't worry bout nothing, nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing
Nigga wanna fight, we can trunk 'em, Reebok pump lumps in the young punk, ya feel? No 'elcome

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
I'm in the strip club, Secret Sunday, nigga got a 50 Band necklace on
I'm by myself, I'm turning up, haters out here better respect the throne
It's C.O.B. until they bury a nigga, Sut two times, what up my COB
This street money, I ain't worried nigga, I don't work, but see I love my job (Nigga work)
See me rolling up the block, while I'm throwing up a knot, and I'm going to the spot
Bad shorty on my jock, bad shorty on my jock, open up her box on the Coconut Ciroc
This Eastside, L.B. City boy, rock (2 Chainz) like Tity Boi
Crooked I live like a model with ass, that mean a nigga sit pretty boy
I ain't worried 'bout nothing

[Chorus]

[Dizzy Wright]
Eastside, Las Vegas, young player coming out of nowhere
Now I'm rapping with the Big Seans, you like "Woah dere, lil nigga, don't go there"; so rare
I'm prepared for the lifestyle, spit it how I live it when the mic's out
Got a housewife in a nightgown before rap, the one L, but let me put the pipe down
Coming from the city of the Fight Night, bringing entertainment to the limelight
All the city really needed was an artist, and guess who the hottest, guess who got the green light
Skee life, what it be like, Dizzy Wright be like what the tree like?
Kushed out in the function, can't kill my vibe, fuck nigga I ain't worried bout nothing

[Chorus]

[Game]
Got a million on my neck, lil fuck nigga, I ain't worried bout much
Y'all worried bout us, 16 out the clip till his watermelon bust
Got a bitch riding shotgun, with a .45 and a Louis Vuitton clutch
Where I been? In the cut, now I'm back, it's a rap, whole world on my nuts
And your girl on my nuts, consequences when these niggas be cuffing
I'mma hit her run, them I'm pulling out, nigga, I ain't worried bout nothing
I ain't worried bout nothing, red styrofoam cup, sipping on that gas
I can slow it down like French, or I can go Twista on that ass
My nigga turn it up, never turn down, while I'm sipping the Don, my niggas getting it on, we got yo bitch in a thong
Flipping her dome, one sip and she gone, we turn it on, give her the long bone, and then she go home
Make a nigga pull a grip out the cut, call a bitch I could fuck have her howling at the moonlight
AK 47 in your bitch; put the pussy on Instagram, show you what the goon like
These LA hoes don't like me cause I fucked 'em all
I wear Louis, I wear Gucci, nigga fuck the mall
Niggas kill the club, so they kill fraud
I'm bout to kill me a nigga, and beat the charge

[Chorus]

[French Montana]
Riding round with that work, strapped up with that Nina
Got two bad bitches with me, molly and Aquifina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you
My whole 'hood love me, but now a nigga wanna touch me

[Chorus]

[Outro: French Montana]
French Montana live...
The hottest out the East Coast
My dawg DJ SKEE... live from the westside
MONTANA! [echoes] (HAHHH!)

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