No Worries

(Chorus) Look me in my face, I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries, I ain’t got no worries See them shroomies keep me up, so I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries, I ain’t got no worries You see money, right there, (yeah) that’s Tunechi, right there (turn it up) (yeah) That’s Mack Maine, right there, and we ain’t got no worries You see pussy, right there, red bone mangoes, right there See them shroomies right there we ain’t got no worries (Verse 1: Reek Da Villian) See that pistol off in my waist, so I ain’t got no worries Got them snowflakes in my chain, so them diamonds glowing in flurries (Bling!) Got your chick in all in my face, tryin' to feed me all of that curry And I was 'bout to eat shit up, but that kitty cat was too furry And I’m like yay girl you crazy, baby girl you crazy I’m not lazy I go Bronco up in that pussy – Willis MacGayhee You should pay me just to fuck you Few stacks, just pluck you I got golden arms, platinum fingers It’s a privilege for me to just touch you, bitch Yea, got your bunny all in my whip Got bout 20 strong in my clip And my money long as my dick I watch birds fly on my strip I watch turns die on my strip I watch slugs fly out my grip Anytime them fucks eyein' my chips See that Villain, so trill That Villain boy so trill I’m top shelf in that supermarket and all you niggas no frills That black card in my pocket, I ain’t spendin' no deals Drop that molly in the champagne (Why?) Cuz I ain’t taking no pills (Chorus) (Verse 2: Busta Rhymes) It’s Busta, Bust in the place, I ain’t got no worries Cuz I’m bustin' all in her face til her vision start to get blurry Yea, see me bout to get straight to it And we getting to this shit early Oh man, oh Lord oh bitch mercy See the way we got em all thirsty Bitch come and ride with me on this journey Come and stride along my beef jerky I’mma make it sweat the more we get dirty Bitch had a perm but now her shit curly It’s Young Money right here, it’s the conglomerate right here See all this bread that I’mma peel off when I get to buyin everything up in here Shit getting hot and getting all humid Poppin that molly and actin all stupid When they aks who the nicest is in the circle Don't be mad cuz your name ain’t included If you need water my flow be like fluids See the way we be comin, intruded and booted When I finish with 'em I leave em all wounded Bitch you ain’t know where level, 5 mutants See how this shit is really going, acting like they ain’t knowing Gotta a nigga really digging in they pocket Every time I ask, they open and closing Look I hope you know what the fuck, what this shit is When I dig in your stuff, makin you curse me Go ahead and angle the pussy a whole ‘nother way I ain’t got no worries biatch (Chorus)