Worried Bout lyrics

[Chorus]
Don't want a b*tch, that's worried bout another b*tch
Let's get rich and buy a f*cking hunnid whips, a real P
I know you probably ain't used to this
If you ain't with it, then baby you know you can dip

Don't want a b*tch, that's worried bout another b*tch
Let's get rich and buy a f*cking hunnid whips, a real P
I know you probably ain't used to this
If you ain't with it, then baby you know you can dip

[Verse 1]
Made a way through the bullsh*t now a n*gga doing good
f*ck a b*tch from the back then you know I gotta roll a wood
f*ck the rap game, don't give a f*ck about what other n*ggas doing
All I got is street money if you wanna keep it one hun'
On a hot pursuit for a prositute P sh*t
Yuh one thing a n*gga won't do is give free di*k
Break a b*tch for the food stamps and I need the [?]
Two snow bunnies, black b*tch and a mexican, god damn
Stop the whip, load the clip, drive by
Fake n*gga all rap, wifi, house n*gga
Seven point six two's make em milly rock
Came up, no more selling base rock god damn

[Chorus]
Don't want a b*tch, that's worried bout another b*tch
Let's get rich and buy a f*cking hunnid whips, a real P
I know you probably ain't used to this
If you ain't with it, then baby you know you can dip

Don't want a b*tch, that's worried bout another b*tch
Let's get rich and buy a f*cking hunnid whips, a real P
I know you probably ain't used to this
If you ain't with it, then baby you know you can dip

[Verse 2]
Bounced off, parked the whip, rolled a splif, check my iPhone, touch another six
Need another b*tch, all these hoes [?] bend ya hoe backwards, hit ya hoe manners
Goyard swagging, Brand new new cannon, this a fn, b*tch five seven
Ain't nobobdy f*cking with me, n*ggas sleeping on me
Whipping yola in a mattress, god damn n*ggas still stuntin
Bounced out and they still worried
I'm not inlove I don't feel nothing
Fresh off the lot, wheels on it
Give a punk b*tch a demonstration
Roll a quarter up on my registration
Hit my n*gga juice for the mix [?]
Wrist colder than a ice tray
Man trap sh*t is all a n*gga know
Break a brick down n*gga send a hoe
Rap game n*gga f*ck a show
b*tch hit six times in a row
God damn b*tch you doing hella good, might have to buy the b*tch a range rolls
Pockets all great four leaf clover put the good yola in the baking soda
[Chorus]
Don't want a b*tch, that's worried bout another b*tch
Let's get rich and buy a f*cking hunnid whips, a real P
I know you probably ain't used to this
If you ain't with it, then baby you know you can dip

Don't want a b*tch, that's worried bout another b*tch
Let's get rich and buy a f*cking hunnid whips, a real P
I know you probably ain't used to this
If you ain't with it, then baby you know you can dip