No Worries

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] 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 1.3 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 [Hook: Detail] You can look me in my face (I ain't got no worries)x3 See the sh-rooms keep me up (I ain't got no worries)x3 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 [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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 shits 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 [Hook: Detail]