Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why Worry , by - Isaiah Rashad. Release date: 21.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why Worry |
| Too busy livin' big |
| Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did |
| Drop top on all my whips |
| Ain’t none these hoes my bitch |
| Ain’t none these hoes my gig |
| Can’t even hold my piss |
| Oh, that’s your family, yo man? |
| When? |
| How could you stand 'em? |
| He always try take advantage of a nigga |
| There the mink is |
| Bills paid for the shrink is |
| Lay back and calm your thinkin' |
| Ink pens, ink blot, I’m sinkin' |
| Sober so far and shrinkin' |
| Smokin' out my new Lincoln |
| Baby |
| Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin' |
| Where the fonk at? |
| Follow me, yeah |
| With all that money on your head |
| Bet it’s trackers on your phone |
| Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment |
| GPS another spot |
| Where the fonk at? |
| Uh, follow me, huh, yeah |
| With all that money on your head |
| Bet it’s trackers on your phone |
| Yeah, follow me |
| What about our friendship, what about our kinship? |
| Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window |
| Worried 'bout my M’s and my new utensils |
| Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain’t a rental |
| I got a blindfold when I’m aimin' that with no specifics |
| Now life is? |
| For those who spite me with them false advices |
| Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin' |
| Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket |
| Bitch, know I know you |
| From frozens and black soap operas |
| My mob is slim as my goddess |
| You can’t reach the top and everybody |
| I got things in order, who important |
| You ain’t Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha |
| Please don’t lean on me, bitch, I’m vibin' |
| Please don’t pretend, can’t depend on me |
| But bitch I got it, I’m on fire |
| You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights |
| For all the chrome right, I’m gone and won’t write |
| My perch and dome right, I’m in my zone right |
| Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln |
| Fuck I was thinkin'? |
| (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy |
| Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin' |
| Where the fonk at? |
| Follow me, yeah |
| With all that money on your head |
| Bet it’s trackers on your phone |
| Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment |
| GPS another spot |
| Where the fonk at? |
| Uh, follow me, huh, yeah |
| With all that money on your head |
| Bet it’s trackers on your phone |
| Yeah, follow me |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Me |