Lil Wayne — Aint Worried

[Verse 1: Euro] I'm that Dominican nigga, your bitch be talkin' 'bout I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now I got a whole collection of my ho collection Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection I said, "Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas" Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon' respect my niggas Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck my nigga Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all, cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas Got a big dream, from a small town Got a small circle, you never get around Old hoes thinkin' I'mma put 'em on now Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put 'em all down Always been broke, who's rich now? I ain't never had change, why switch now? Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit Til y'all heard me spit, now everything loud Got a mojo, with a flow-flow Got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no Coolin' in the cut with a bud sipping romo No love for the po-po's Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle Cause I sell flows and he sell dope, nigga work [Break: Mack Maine] Yeah, Euro What up this Mack the fortune teller The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus Negrodamus my nigga Predicting futures You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nina Word to Martin I'm cold with this homie buck shots Like Pam make a nigga say, "Damn Gina" Millzy! Money don't mean nothing, my youngin' I'll kill you for some sneakers This Dedication 5, no vacations slime We in the endzone and they in bleachers Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin' Nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck 'em Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA Little nigga no discussion Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane Big guns that go over the shoulder dog My team strapped, no overalls So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer I'm not from this era that beef on computers Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you Special I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger Hittin' your girl then I'm passing her Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin' Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin' D5! [Outro: Jae Millz] We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money) Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz) Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing) Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)