Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worryin' Bout Me, artist - BJ The Chicago Kid. Album song 1123, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Motown Records;
Song language: English
Worryin' Bout Me |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though |
But, worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money) |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though |
But, worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Haha, I’m laughing, haha |
Every time you in the place, I see hate in your eyes |
Yeah, I know it ain’t your birthday, but I got a surprise |
So, I knew I had to tell you when I saw you on sight |
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, I’m on your brain |
It’s strange, you wouldn’t know my name if it weren’t for the fame |
Haha, still laughing, haha |
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high |
Adios |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money) |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though |
But, worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money) |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though |
But, worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
(Offset) |
Hop in the coupe in my city, frustrated |
Give my grandma $ 50,000, she need it (Grandma) |
The bitch actin' crazy, the bitch get deleted (Bye) |
Find it amazing I made it, I made it (Amazing) |
Ice on my chest while I’m driving the Benz (Ice) |
In a private jet bitch, eating steak and linguini |
My luggage Gucci, I’m cheating on Fendi (Gucci) |
Her nigga like Boosie, bitch bad as Trina |
The coupe is red as ruby (Red) |
Somewhere, off eating sushi (Sushi) |
Go buy lil' mama some Gucci (Lil' mama) |
My wrist is water like jacuzzi (Water) |
I get the money 'cause I choose it (Money) |
Scars on me, couple bruises (Scars) |
Don’t worry 'bout me, 'cause God got me |
And I know my life is kinda ruthless |
Gotta run to the sack, nigga take you a load (Vroom vroom) |
Pull up in 'Rari, the engine in back and I take off the hat |
Got me a sack, that’s a fat Maybach matte |
Stack, stack, I put that shit back (Put that shit back) |
Me and these racks go way back like Cat in the Hat (Racks, racks) |
Give me the wave back (Ho) |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money) |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though |
But, worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Tellin' me about this and that, the only difference 'tween false and facts |
Is that you niggas never where I’m at |
And gettin' close? |
We ain’t havin' that |
My minds on my money and my money’s always on my mind |
Either love me, or |
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, I’m on your brain |
It’s strange, you wouldn’t know my name if it weren’t for the fame |
Haha, still laughing, haha |
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high |
Adios |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money) |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though |
But, worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money (Money) |
Worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though |
But, worryin' 'bout me ain’t never made you no money |