Ain't Worri€d

(TenSeventeen)

Margiela on me, what whip we hoppin' in? That white coupe clean, I think I'mma cop it
Pull up to the scene, I'm Dior walkin' This fit ain't cheap, good tags I'm poppin'
I'm still a lil' geeked from the OxyContin Ain't been home in a week, boy I'm chasin' the guap
Me and my boy goin' straight to the top, Why you talk shit on the team, you gonna' get popped

Walk with the bag got it from Prada, Fill it with bands yea I got a lotta'
I'm sippin' the juice it come out the bottle Say you sip it too? Yo' shit from Jamba
Javi a lick but he keepin' a choppa', My name 205 but it used to be Guapa
I changed my name but I neva' changed, I'm with my gang gotta' Dior chain
You switchin' yo' gang you still a lame, Now yo' bitch wanna' bang cause I'm makin' it rain
She gave me brain so insane I came on PCH
I light up the gas pack she like I'm tryna' get me a taste
Rock Vivienne's with the Gucci on lace, they thinkin' my designer be fake
But
I be finessin' yea that's my profession
You ain't got no swag, I'll teach you a lesson
My shawty so bad that she need a confession
I be livin' so good this shit really a blessin'
I'm rockin' Marine, you seein' the crescent
I got on Alyx, but I ain't gotta' mention
I be in Martine expectin' perfection
They don't know about me, I'm keepin' em' guessin'

Ooh they so jealous, niggas been fake
Cause I got me some lettuce and they can't relate
Boy I'm tryna' get to Paris, what they tryna do? just hate
But I got a lot on my plate, so I ain't worried boy (I ain't worried boy)
I got a choppa' I keep on auto
Spittin' hot I'm smokin' gelato
Gaultier watch, this ain't no Fossil
I paint me a thot, I'm Frida Khalo
I'm in the spot boy I got it on, Starlet Silvaan with Louis Vuitton
Japanese Undercover John
We hop in the whip, you blink, we gone
They on my ass a lot but I just be countin' the cash a lot
She wanna' smash now but I think I'mma pass the thot
Keepin' that red beam, baby that stick cannot flash a lot
Come hop in the Benz G, we going fast
I got cargo, boy and my cargo fast
I got this new pack, UPS the shit to France
Boy you hatin' on me? why you down bad
If you need help just ask for it, boy go get you some bands (This some facts boy)



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Writer(s): Avi Adeuxla
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