Lyrics:
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money (Money)
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' 'bout me, ain't never made you no money
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money (Money)
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' 'bout me, ain't never made you no money

[Verse 1: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Ha-ha, I'm laughin', ha-ha
Every time you in the place, I see hate in your eye (Hate in your eye)
Yeah-yeah, I know it ain't your birthday, but I got a surprise ('Prise)
So I knew I had to tell you when I saw you on sight (Tell you when I saw, oh-oh)

[Pre-Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Stay in your lane (Lane), stay in your lane (Lane)
I'm on your brain, it's strange (Strange)
They wouldn't know my name (Name)
If it wasn't for the fame (Yeah)
Ha-ha, still laughin', ha-ha
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high
Adios

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Offset]
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money (Money)
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' 'bout me, ain't never made you no money
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money (Money)
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though (Woo)
But worryin' 'bout me, ain't never made you no money
(Woo, woo, Offset!)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Hop in the coupe, in my city [?]
Give my grandma fifty thousand, she need it (Grandma)
If the bitch actin' crazy, the bitch get deleted (Bye)
Find it amazin', I made it, I made it (Amazin')
Ice on my chest while I'm drivin' the Demon (Ice)
In the private jet, bitch eating steak in the winter (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm cheatin' on Fendi (Gucci)
Her nigga like Boosie, bitch bad or trendin' ([?])
The coupe is red and ruby (Red)
Somewhere ducked off eatin' sushi (Sushi)
Go buy lil' mama some Gucci (Lil' mama)
My wrist is water like jacuzzi (Water)
I get the money 'cause I choose it (Money)
Scars on me, couple bruises (Scars)
Don't worry 'bout me 'cause God got me (Woo)
And I know my life is kinda ruthless (Woo)
Gotta run to the sack, nigga, take you a loss (Go, vroom, vroom)
Pull up in 'Rari, the engine, the backend (Skrrt), I take off the hat
Got me a sack, that's a fact, Maybach matte
Stack, stack, I put that shit back (Put that shit back)
Me and these racks go way back, like Cat in the Hat (Rack, racks)
Give me the wave back (Hey)

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money (Money)
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' 'bout me, ain't never made you no money

[Verse 3: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Come to me about this and that
The only difference between false and facts (False and facts)
Is that you niggas never where I'm at (Where I'm at)
And gettin' close, we ain't havin' that (Ooh, woah)
My mind's on my money, and my money's always on my mind
Either love me or...

[Pre-Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Stay in your lane (Lane), stay in your lane (Lane)
I'm on your brain, it's strange (Strange)
They wouldn't know my name (Name)
If it wasn't for the fame (Yeah)
Ha-ha, still laughin', ha-ha
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high
Adios

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money (Money)
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' 'bout me, ain't never made you no money

[Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
(Made you no money, babe)
Worryin' 'bout me ain't never made you no money
Yeah, I got a bag, I know you mad though (Oh-oh)
But worryin' 'bout me, ain't never made you no money

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