Remydmc, Caskey - Worry Bout lyrics

It's been a minute since I hit that marijuana
I fucked your bitch and now
I'm hitting her mother
That shit you dealing with
I ain't worried 'bout (Cut it out)
I'm busy counting up my money, my brother
I'll cut you out
I got money coming in all kinda ways
Ooh, ooh, all kinda ways
I got money coming in all kinda ways
Yeah, yeah, all kinda ways

Okay, iced Patek Philippe
Roll dice up through the street
I'm high and I'm inside the
Booty club twice a week
I'm fly, I ain't gotta talk to 'em
My Rollie speak i play for keeps
Shitting on rappers to say the least

Living in a city where the
Women ain't a issue
Niggas talking shit, disdain and such
Well here's a tissue
I am slowly coming up, so
If you man up, bitch, continue
Your bitch is on my bed, not knowing
(Dab, dab, dab)
Dabbing on them sheets, oh yeah
Kodak's on the beat
On repeat, and I got her on her knees
Ain't a picture ain't been
Painted where I stay, so paint the picture
Smoking marijuana to deal with all officials

'cause you ain't the nigga I worry 'bout
You ain't the nigga I worry 'bout
I don't really give a shit
About you or your whereabouts
I'm busy counting money, my nigga
I'll cut you out
You ain't the nigga I worry 'bout
You be that nigga that
Nobody know nothing 'bout

She know the deal she give me ass
I give her bills
All the suckers wouldn't belong in the field
Gotta kill other roaches in the game that
Think they got it, they don't get it
See everything that they got, I hold back
I done did it

It's been a minute since I hit that marijuana
I fucked your bitch and now
I'm hitting her mother
That shit you dealing with
I ain't worried 'bout (Cut it out)
I'm busy counting up my money, my brother
I'll cut you out
I got money coming in all kinda ways
Ooh, ooh, all kinda ways
I got money coming in all kinda ways
Yeah, yeah, all kinda ways

Okay, iced Patek Philippe
Roll dice up through the street
I'm high and I'm inside the
Booty club twice a week
I'm fly, I ain't gotta talk to 'em
My Rollie speak i play for keeps
Shitting on rappers to say the least

Man, she lied to my face
Like politicians, she Clinton, i got a trump
You been lying in your raps and
All that shit getting debunked
Roll through the city smoking on blunts
I stunt told 'em twice, shouldn't even
Have told 'em once, you front
I never affiliate with you, automatic
You calling my phone, it's static
I got the pounds in the attic
My pops died, I was sixteen
That shit was tragic
But it turned me to a hustler
I learned how I could stack it
Man, it started with a ounce in the backpack
I learn not to backtrack
You a bitch and you be stuck on some sad raps
I been a gangsta
Even in skinny jeans and a dad hat
Used to kick a do' and then tell 'em, "Yo
Where the stash at?"
Put the thirty round to they head
And don't make me blast that
We taking cash, you don't get no cash back
I'm having flashbacks

To when, huh, money coming in
All kinda ways, all kinda ways
All kinda ways yeah, money coming
All kinda ways, all kinda ways
All kinda ways

It's been a minute since I hit that marijuana
I fucked your bitch and now
I'm hitting her mother
That shit you dealing with
I ain't worried 'bout (Cut it out)
I'm busy counting up my money, my brother
I'll cut you out
I got money coming in all kinda ways
Ooh, ooh, all kinda ways
I got money coming in all kinda ways
Yeah, yeah, all kinda ways

Okay, iced Patek Philippe
Roll dice up through the street
I'm high and I'm inside the
Booty club twice a week
I'm fly, I ain't gotta talk to 'em
My Rollie speak i play for keeps
Shitting on rappers to say the least