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Tamika Rena English
Tamika Rena English
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Freddy Martell Ware
Freddy Martell Ware
Songwriter:in
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Dee B
Dee B
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Lyrics

Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
What you said? Money over ****
What you said? My ass gettin' bigger
What you said? I'm turnin' down your ****
What you said? I can't hold my liquor
Lookin' good again and I can tell by how your bitch stare
Hating on the queen, cause they see I'm in the big chair
Yeah, ho, that's right, you know I'm hiring and replacing
You wanna see the boss, well, I'm the one you're facing
Bitch, I know you salty, I can smell it from afar
Boss ass queens, yeah, they know who we are
Watch me get this bread, you can make a documentary
I'm all about that paper, bitch, since I was elementary
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
What you said? Money over ****
What you said? My ass gettin' bigger
What you said? I'm turnin' down your ****
What you said? I can't hold my liquor
Leave his ass on read while I post all on the 'Gram
Still a boss at home, bitch, I make him call me ma'am
Got his ass slobbin' out the mouth like he hungry
Little do he know he bout to drop them bands on me
Why you on my page when you know you ain't gon' like shit?
Why you gettin' hype when you know you ain't gon' fight shit?
One fuckin' move and my bitches crashin' out
One fuckin' call, got your **** cashin' out
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it, bitch
Don't worry bout it
What you said? Money over ****
What you said? My ass gettin' bigger
What you said? I'm turnin' down your ****
What you said? I can't hold my liquor
Don't worry about my edges, cuz, bitch, I'm on the edge
He tryna get this pussy, but I only want the head
He want me to be open, but it will not be these legs
And one thing is for sure, I'm bout my motherfuckin' bread
What you said
Don't worry bout it Don't worry bout it
Don't worry bout it Don't worry bout it
Written by: Freddy Martell Ware, Tamika Rena English
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