50 Cent, Yo Gotti - Don't Worry 'Bout It lyrics

Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch
Just know I get my money
Don't worry 'bout I spend my money, boy
I got a lot
Don't worry 'bout that car I drive
Don't worry 'bout that bike I ride
Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in
That bezel on my watch
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Don't worry 'bout a mothafuckin' thing
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
We got a strap up in here if niggas playing

When time pass and I'm not around
Niggas saying I'm out of town
Probably moving them bricks around
They swear they know how I get down
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
My closet full of that fly shit
Black card when I buy shit
Sell the shit you get high with
These niggas on my dick
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
That's your bitch, I understand
I've seen it all on Instagram
I'm just from the past
I done been all in that ass
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing

Don't be worry 'bout my record deals
Cause I still got my plug
Don't be worry 'bout my bitch pimping
She get money out that club
Don't be worry 'bout my partners
And 'em, we get money, we eating
You talk shit 'bout a real nigga, bitch
You must be tweaking
Don't be worried 'bout my whereabouts
Money all I care about
Keeping it real in my neighborhood
Play with me and I'mma air it out
Why you worry 'bout my money, nigga? Bitch
You think I'm broke?
The Fed worry 'bout what I'm doing
Think I'm selling dope
I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot
I ain't never gon' snitch, nigga
Never been no bitch nigga
I got big guns, need a extra large
Y'all niggas got question marks
Talking down on a real nigga
That's how you get a hater charged

Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout
Don't tell me what that bitch done said
I'm done with her, you can go with her
I'm leaving here with another bitch
Don't worry 'bout how they look at me
My diamonds on, damn, look at me
These pussy nigga be shooked at me
Wanna judge and throw the book at me
Don't worry 'bout it
I ain't worried 'bout it
Had time to talk to my legal team
Don't worry 'bout it
I ain't worried 'bout it
Ain't shit they could do to me
Still rocking, still rolling
We holding, bill folding, you know it
When I start to ball out
Money start to fall out
Throw it up, it fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out
Whole bar get bought out
That's what I call my lifestyle