Ain't Worried

[Verse 1: Euro]

I'm that Dominican nigga, your bitch be talkin' 'bout

I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now

I got a whole collection of my ho collection

Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection

I said, "Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas"

Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon' respect my niggas

Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck my nigga

Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all, cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas

Got a big dream, from a small town

Got a small circle, you never get around

Old hoes thinkin' I'mma put 'em on now

Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put 'em all down

Always been broke, who's rich now?

I ain't never had change, why switch now?

Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit

Til y'all heard me spit, now everything loud

Got a mojo, with a flow-flow

Got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo

Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no

Coolin' in the cut with a bud sipping romo

No love for the po-po's

Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole

Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle

Cause I sell flows and he sell dope, nigga work

[Break: Mack Maine]

Yeah, Euro

What up this Mack the fortune teller

The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus

Negrodamus my nigga

Predicting futures

You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]

Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nina

Word to Martin I'm cold with this homie buck shots

Like Pam make a nigga say, "Damn Gina"

Millzy! Money don't mean nothing, my youngin'

I'll kill you for some sneakers

This Dedication 5, no vacations slime

We in the endzone and they in bleachers

Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin'

Nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck 'em

Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA

Little nigga no discussion

Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane

All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane

Big guns that go over the shoulder dog

My team strapped, no overalls

So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters

These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua

When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor

Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers

Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer

I'm not from this era that beef on computers

Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you

Special I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher

Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger

Hittin' your girl then I'm passing her

Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin'

D5!

[Outro: Jae Millz]

We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money)

Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz)

Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing)

Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)