How Could I Worry

[Intro: Playboi Carti] (Worry 'bout that, uh) Cash Carti (Bitch) I ain't worried 'bout that How could I worry? (Moneybags) Bitch, I ain't worry 'bout that (Moneybags) How could I worry 'bout that? (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah) [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] How could I worry 'bout that? (Uh) I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack (Countin' my sack) Ain't worried 'bout that How could I worry 'bout that? And it's 2900 so you know we got straps (Ayy) Fifteen hundred if you want Yung Carti to rap (Cash, Cash, Cash) You chasin' that bitch (Yeah) I had to curve that Bitch, I'm still workin' my wrist Yeah, I'm still in the trap Selling anything but white Then my white ho just roll up Drop the Xan' in my soda Why your swag so bipolar? I hit Phipps and I go up And my bands won't even fold up Get bands then I blow 'em (Ayy) What's flexin'? I'll show ya (Flex) (Uh, uh) Cash (Cash Carti, yeah) [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Ethereal] Uh, how could I worry 'bout that? Bitch, I ain't worried (Uh) Uh, how could I worry 'bout that? Bitch, I ain't worried I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack I ain't worried 'bout that How could I worry 'bout that? Ayy, how could I worry 'bout that? Bitch, I ain't worried Ayy, how could I worry 'bout that? I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack I ain't worried 'bout that How could I worry 'bout that? [Verse 2: Ethereal] How could I worry? Uh Niggas don't know who they fucking with Out here settin' hella pics Niggas tryna get a grip Never had to move a brick But I had a bunch of shit Pills, weed, white, lucy Boy, I could move it quick Boy, how he do that shit? Nigga, get up off my dick I don't even know you, man Why would I just show you, man? No, I can't support you, man But I could support your dame At the crib, I'm in a real, yeah Put Yung Carti on my back, now we on the map (Yeah) First I go on tour then I fuck my bitch, oh Lookin' like the [lich?] never been a snitch, oh Yeah, Young Eazy want ten thousand for a hit, oh Let a nigga think I'm lookin' like a lick, no Call up White Mike, that boy let the nina spit, oh (Yeah, yeah) Always catch me with a bitch that catch a fit, yeah I'm on Cleveland Ave, could find me with this shit, yeah [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Uh, how could I worry 'bout that? Yeah, yeah, how could I worry 'bout that? Ayy, uh, bitch, I ain't worried 'bout that I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack How could I worry 'bout that? How could I worry 'bout that? [Verse 3: Playboi Carti] I ain't worried 'bout no bitch (Wow) Thumbin' through the check Nigga, money got me sitting on this lean, I need to quit Cash, Cash (Cash, Cash) My car go fast, fast Nigga, Ferrari smash Moneybags, uh School was hell I said, fuck that (Damn) Where the scale? Uh Had a bale Ship it off (Damn) I get 'em there Got guap for bail Bitch, what's good? (Carti) Bitch, we good Yeah, we good Bitch, we good Bitch, you good I said she all on my dick (Wow) I might just smash, uh Pass her to my clique (Yeah) Then I hit her last Still ain't worried 'bout no bitch (Yeah) Yeah, I'm off this gas (Yeah) My phone blowin' up (Why?) I think they need some gas (Yeah, uh, yeah) Ayy, my grandma passed (Rest in peace, why? Why?) Uh, so I can't be off-task With these Kappas on my ass Ayy, I ain't tryna blast it More than one chain Around my neck Bitch, yeah, I'm… (I can't worry 'bout that shit) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Uh, how could I worry 'bout that? Bitch, I ain't worried (Uh) Uh, how could I worry 'bout that? Bitch, I ain't worried I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack (Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout that) I ain't worried 'bout that How could I worry 'bout that? Yeah, ayy, how could I worry 'bout that? Bitch, I ain't worried Ayy, how could I worry 'bout that? I was on the corner, Motorola, countin' my sack (Countin' my sack) I ain't worried 'bout that (I'm countin' my sack) How could I worry 'bout that? (Ayy)