Ain’t Worried About Nothin (Remix 2)

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Ridin' round with that work, strapped up with that Nina

Got 2 bad bitches with me, molly and Aquafina

Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you

My whole 'hood love me, but naan nigga wanna touch me

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'; nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'






Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Ridin' 'round through East Tremont

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Ridin' 'round with that Nina

Ridin' 'round with that AK, that HK, that SK

That beam on the scope

Window down, blowin' smoke

Niggas frontin be broke

Try rob me, gon' get smoked

That gun automatic, my car automatic











I ain't worried 'bout nothing, I don't even care

Talkin' money with you niggas, that ain't even fair

2 bitches on my lap, popping 20 pills

Naked women in my bed, counting 20 mills

And I ain't worried 'bout no banks I get drug money

Niggas talking like they rich ain't got my son's money

It's King Combs in this bitch with the best work

Give a chick a hundred grand for the best twerk

Fuck the fame all the lights and the stardom

Forget about Saint Tropez: "pilot, we landin' in Harlem!"

Niggas standing in amazement, Diddy my name's in the pavement

Worried about nothing cause I'm still counting that money I ain't even made yet

Motherfucker











(M-m-m-m-maybach Music)

This car called a Rolls, my Belaire be Rosé

Gave a bitch 50 bands, I never gave her a rose

Watch the pot as it rolls, all my profits just rolls

Started on the first floor, my apartments just rose

Penthouse full of paintings, my classics look painted

Shawty a hustler, she require retainments

She let me fuck cause I'm famous

Bad Boy-related

Gold Sky Dweller marjella

Maybach umbrella we dangerous











What is IRS, I don't pay no taxes

Blowing money fast, breaking bad batches

Ridin' 'round in my lap, I'm flying 'round in my jet

I'm so smoked out, so loped out, 20 Crip is my set

Nigga what y'all wanna do

Big Snoop and I'm coming through

All my goons in grey and blue

Right here right now no me preocupo de na