Текст песни
I ain't worried about shiit
'Boutta hit a lick
What you know 'bout getting to the money?
Whatchu know about this?
Tax exempt
Throw a hundred on a fit
Cop a Carti on my wrist
From the bottom of the pit
Heard they talkin' 'bout us
'Cause we left 'em in the dust
And I'm still countin' up
When you got a lotta drugs
Everybody actin' sus'
That why ion like to trust
I ain't worried about shiit
'Boutta hit a lick
What you know 'bout getting to the money?
Whatchu know about this?
Tax exempt
Throw a hundred on a fit
Cop a Carti on my wrist
From the bottom of the pit
On the road, stay in my lane, they tried to cut me off
I been stabbed so much in the back, turned me to a boss
Count the the profit, already accounted all the loses
For a dollar, the closest ones tried to double cross me
I dont feel like goin' home
Separate myself, I'm better off alone
Elevate my spirit when I'm riding in this ghost
Gearing up to deal with what I fear the most
A broken heart, something no one should ever know
Stuck in my ways, I aint never had no team
You about to turn me back into the old me
Back in the days when I copped my first Rollie
I ain't worried about shiit
'Boutta hit a lick
What you know 'bout getting to the money?
Whatchu know about this?
Tax exempt
Throw a hundred on a fit
Cop a Carti on my wrist
From the bottom of the pit