Listen it! ™ - PARTYNEXTDOOR - Don't Worry (ft. Ca$h Out) | Текст песни

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• PARTYNEXTDOOR - Don't Worry (ft. Ca$h Out)

[Hook: PND]
Still got it, my nigga
Don't worry about me, nigga
Never worry about me, nigga
Don't worry about me
Everybody say they got rack up
Show me the rollie

[Verse 1: PND]
Niggas can't count me out cause these niggas countin' on me
Hoes wanna come see ya boy now cause hoes wanna fuck with me
Subsidized housing is a project
Poppa never taught me how to cock it
Poppa just taught me how to respect it
Sauga City taught me how to pop it
Bullets don't come with a nina
Gun's don't with a killer, Gun's don't come for vanilla
The choppa' only coming for a nigga
Choppa can tell when tequila screwed up like Ikea, kea, kea
She look like Aaliyah, liyah, liyah, liyah
That's how I treat her, treat her, treat her, treat her
Bad lil' whoadie

[Bridge: PND]
Rollie' rollie' that came with that roll
All as a kid, I was dreaming 'bout more
You fucking with me I got more by the North
Ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, you know I got it

[Hook]
Still got it, my nigga
Don't worry about me, nigga
Never worry about me, nigga
Don't worry about me
Everybody say they got rack up
Show me the rollie

[Interlude: Ca$h Out]
Let's Ca$h out and PARTY
I said let's Ca$h Out and PARTY, let's party

[Verse 2: Ca$h Out]
Everyday a nigga birthday so I need a bigger cake
These niggas paying for these bitches, man, I'm chilling tryna' buy me some real estate
Bases loaded, eatin' good over here, bitch tell the waitress bring some dinner plates
Everybody keep saying that I'm in the lead, didn't know I was in a race
Excuse the Versace that's sitting on the floor
I'm pimping and Party singing to your ho
I told my other girl that I might be late
One way pocket so you know a nigga straight
On another note, yeah you know, I still got it in the club with the pocket rocket
Step in the building, bitches get excited, have you ever seen a female riot?
Oh, gettin' too close then somebody might shoot you
I left the bullshit in the past, nigga, I can see the future
Ray Charles-Ray Bans, all I see is money, all I see is hunnids'
In the club blowing your budget
Now the haters gon' hate, but the bitches love it

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