Rick Ross - No Worries lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross - No Worries lyrics]
God forgives, I don't yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch so mean, she bite down on my dick
I call her Roscoe Dash
She be writing all on my shit
My mind still on my money
My niggas still on my side
Ain't' got no worries nigga
All we do is ride
Don't switch out like Pacquiao
Still gon' put my stacks down
Half a mill on Mayweather
I count it down to my crack house
My T-shirt cost 15, my chain ran 13
That champagne I piss out, Cristal
Fuck Mitt Romney
Top down in my foreign, Double M we touring
God damn her ass fat
My bank account enormous
You can look me in my face
(I ain't got no worries)
See the sh-rooms keep me up
(I ain't got no worries)
You see money right there
Yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there
And we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there
Redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we
Ain't got no worries
Tunechi in this bitch
E'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring
Bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard
She woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every
Time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause
We got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear
Have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off
That means that bitch sleek
All these bitch think they're the shit
I sent them up shit's creek
You see Tunechi right here
Give me brain ideas
It's ok if you turn up just
Don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what
I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru
And all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my
Stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She say sorry I didn't shave so
That pussy a little furry
I put that pussy in my face:
I ain't got no worries tunechi
My bitch so mean, she bite down on my dick
I call her Roscoe Dash
She be writing all on my shit
My mind still on my money
My niggas still on my side
Ain't' got no worries nigga
All we do is ride
Don't switch out like Pacquiao
Still gon' put my stacks down
Half a mill on Mayweather
I count it down to my crack house
My T-shirt cost 15, my chain ran 13
That champagne I piss out, Cristal
Fuck Mitt Romney
Top down in my foreign, Double M we touring
God damn her ass fat
My bank account enormous
You can look me in my face
(I ain't got no worries)
See the sh-rooms keep me up
(I ain't got no worries)
You see money right there
Yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there
And we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there
Redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we
Ain't got no worries
Tunechi in this bitch
E'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring
Bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard
She woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every
Time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause
We got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear
Have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off
That means that bitch sleek
All these bitch think they're the shit
I sent them up shit's creek
You see Tunechi right here
Give me brain ideas
It's ok if you turn up just
Don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what
I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru
And all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my
Stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She say sorry I didn't shave so
That pussy a little furry
I put that pussy in my face:
I ain't got no worries tunechi