Rich Homie Quan - To Be Worried lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan - To Be Worried lyrics]
I can't sell out for no
Money 'cause I got ambition
Bro been ready to catch a body, shit
His hand itchin'
I ain't dropped in a lil' minute, shit
My fans miss me 40 thousand in both ears you
Know I can't listen
And I like to stand on lil' mama
I'm 'bout to stand in it
Started from the bottom then I transitioned
OG gave the game and walked, lil' nigga
I ran with it
And all my stripes are original
I might Stan Smith it
Coming back off in this bitch
Walked in like I left somethin'
I don't show that bitch attention
Treat her like a stepson
You gon' see these footprints
Get your bitch ass stepped on
Told her after she had a baby
I'm gon' get her pressed on
Having meetings, eating five-star dinners
Buying out the restaurants
Don't compare me to none of them goofies
I'm one of the best ones fuck that nigga
Let his ass bleed out 'till the flesh run
Paper cuts on my big thumb
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga (Ayy)
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga (O-o-o oh)
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga (Ayy)
Swear I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga
One thing is for certain I know
My opps gon' get rolled on
Paperwork don't lie go find the
Nigga that done told on
Snitching will get you killed
Will get you flipped just like a old phone
Hold on, wait a minute
Y'all done got me started in this bitch
(yeah)
Special ed, shopper go retarded in this bitch
(Brrrah) shoot at all your dawgs
No disregarding in this bitch
Say somethin' wrong
Nigga I beg your pardon in this bitch
Balling in the field
They think I'm cheating like Sammy Sosa
Seeing Nipsey dying in front of his store
Some shit I can't get over (On God)
So don't ask me why I keep
That fire on my hip (Don't ask)
Tatem rolling sixties, pocket full of Crips
Twelve hit that house they looking for me
Left it ransacked pull up on a bro
Then shoot dice and I'm Dapper Dan fresh
Fuck I look like thinking 'bout niggas
Why you in that man head?
I'm the rubber band man
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga
(Niggas know I'm getting too much money, man)
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga (Ayy)
Swear I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga
Money 'cause I got ambition
Bro been ready to catch a body, shit
His hand itchin'
I ain't dropped in a lil' minute, shit
My fans miss me 40 thousand in both ears you
Know I can't listen
And I like to stand on lil' mama
I'm 'bout to stand in it
Started from the bottom then I transitioned
OG gave the game and walked, lil' nigga
I ran with it
And all my stripes are original
I might Stan Smith it
Coming back off in this bitch
Walked in like I left somethin'
I don't show that bitch attention
Treat her like a stepson
You gon' see these footprints
Get your bitch ass stepped on
Told her after she had a baby
I'm gon' get her pressed on
Having meetings, eating five-star dinners
Buying out the restaurants
Don't compare me to none of them goofies
I'm one of the best ones fuck that nigga
Let his ass bleed out 'till the flesh run
Paper cuts on my big thumb
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga (Ayy)
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga (O-o-o oh)
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga (Ayy)
Swear I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga
One thing is for certain I know
My opps gon' get rolled on
Paperwork don't lie go find the
Nigga that done told on
Snitching will get you killed
Will get you flipped just like a old phone
Hold on, wait a minute
Y'all done got me started in this bitch
(yeah)
Special ed, shopper go retarded in this bitch
(Brrrah) shoot at all your dawgs
No disregarding in this bitch
Say somethin' wrong
Nigga I beg your pardon in this bitch
Balling in the field
They think I'm cheating like Sammy Sosa
Seeing Nipsey dying in front of his store
Some shit I can't get over (On God)
So don't ask me why I keep
That fire on my hip (Don't ask)
Tatem rolling sixties, pocket full of Crips
Twelve hit that house they looking for me
Left it ransacked pull up on a bro
Then shoot dice and I'm Dapper Dan fresh
Fuck I look like thinking 'bout niggas
Why you in that man head?
I'm the rubber band man
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga
(Niggas know I'm getting too much money, man)
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga (Ayy)
Swear I'm getting too much money to
Be worried 'bout a nigga
I swear I'm getting too much money
To be worried 'bout a nigga