[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)
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