[Hook:] You can sit back with your feet laid up In the penthouse suite, you ain't gotta worry 'bout **** I'mma go out, get the dough, after that, get some more To make sure that you ain't worried 'bout **** Baby, where the money at? added? where the dough? Make sure you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout **** Put that on my momma and I put that on my daddy Swear to God, baby, you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout **** [Verse:] I ain't worried 'bout **** cuz a ***** like me ain't got too much to lose I ain't got no point to prove, catch his ass slippin' been in overtime to shoot I be still catchin' Charlie, cuz I'm still crazy I might pull up on you and then go like Patrick Swayze Told that ***** to cum thought I was talking masturbation, but I won ****** talkin' to the police investigatin', ho know what I'm doin' Whole lotta gula, lots of paper, you know I run it up You just sit down *****, ***** ****** stand it up I got money to the ceiling, I got lots of hoes, cuz I don't got no feelings Call me Mr. Polar, all I know is dealer Since I went solo, these ****** In their feelings, ya feel me? All I'm tryna get is money, tryna stack a couple dollar all to feed my family Got some B.E.T awards now it's time for a Grammy I still do it for my mamma, shouts out to Tammy I had to let her know [Hook:]
[Hook:] You can sit back with your feet laid up In the penthouse suite, you ain't gotta worry 'bout **** I'mma go out, get the dough, after that, get some more To make sure that you ain't worried 'bout **** Baby, where the money at? added? where the dough? Make sure you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout **** Put that on my momma and I put that on my daddy Swear to God, baby, you ain't ever gotta worry 'bout **** [Verse:] I ain't worried 'bout **** cuz a ***** like me ain't got too much to lose I ain't got no point to prove, catch his ass slippin' been in overtime to shoot I be still catchin' Charlie, cuz I'm still crazy I might pull up on you and then go like Patrick Swayze Told that ***** to cum thought I was talking masturbation, but I won ****** talkin' to the police investigatin', ho know what I'm doin' Whole lotta gula, lots of paper, you know I run it up You just sit down *****, ***** ****** stand it up I got money to the ceiling, I got lots of hoes, cuz I don't got no feelings Call me Mr. Polar, all I know is dealer Since I went solo, these ****** In their feelings, ya feel me? All I'm tryna get is money, tryna stack a couple dollar all to feed my family Got some B.E.T awards now it's time for a Grammy I still do it for my mamma, shouts out to Tammy I had to let her know [Hook:]
