[Intro: Ralo]

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

I'm runnin', nigga

Long live MO3

[Verse 1: MO3]

I done took all kinda risks

Got jammed when I hit that lick

Bein' broke what made me this

Lost hope, couldn't pay my rent

Seventy-five racks for the chain and piece

Made five hunnid thou', wasn't game to me

Spent two hunnid bands, don't say I'm cheap

This Moncler coat was made for me

Two-tone bustdown cuban

New AP, and I wear that shit faithfully

F&N, got it on me right now, nigga, don't be stupid, better not play with me

On my mama, I been slangin' iron when it's time to dance

This choppa Nae Nae for me

Fuck nigga hatin', get away from me

Lil' bitch, get dipped, didn't pay the fee

No cap, go ask the streets, like Tiger Woods, I put a hole in one

My opps wish I don't show up, but look, me, I'm like I hope he come

Famous gangsta, I get money, but on TV, I feel like Oprah son

My casket, I won't open one

Got bodies, better show me some

Radio won't play my song, it's like they want me to sell my soul or somethin'

'Cause they know what I rap is real, they know that these facts, they can't control or somethin'

"Everybody don't like you, son, but it's okay," I know you told me, mama

Thou shall not be overcome

Ask God why he made me the chosen one

[Chorus: MO3]

For the times I ain't have shit

On the gang, I'ma chase that paper

Drop dick in another nigga bitch

Man, this old Keef fuckin' my day up

I'm runnin' to the money when I wake up, cake up

And I ain't worried' 'bout nothin', I got my cake up, fuck a hater, yeah-yeah

[Verse 2: Ralo]

I ain't worried' 'bout nothin'

All my opps gon' get dropped the day I touch that gun

I ain't sparin' shit, won't even spare my day ones

He can get it too

She can get it too

I'm sorry, I smoke women too

I'm sorry, we can't fuck with you

All of y'all went against the grain

We ain't ridin' no nigga dick

We wouldn't even go run a train

I don't gotta wear a pinky ring

Bitch still gon' suck the dick the same

I don't even read comments

I get tired of seein' these niggas hatin'

I might not make it tomorrow

These bitches gon' know that I'm ballin' today

I made two thousand today

And In was just sittin' in my new bitch face

Took the ball, got back in the car

I live my life like a movie star

We don't give a fuck 'bout who you are

I'll crash out to do the job

I don't never read the Bible

But I'll never turn the other cheek

If a nigga ever fuck with me

He won't never live another week

Don't ask us why we ain't kill shawty

You know that we wanna kill ****

You know how this shit is, shawty

Sometimes we gotta chill, shawty

But do not just think we forgot

I think that he should be shot

Burn that thing from the top

We ain't fuckin' with no opp

We ain't fuckin' with these fuck niggas

I think we done had enough with 'em

Got them pistols in the trunk with us

Turn ya block to the block, nigga

Got my name out for Heron

Got my hoodie on for Trayvon

Nah, this ain't really for Tray'

I'm tryna find where he stay

Where he at? We gon' air it out

We been lookin' for the bad guys

A nigga try to beef with me

He won't never get no sleep

They know I'm smart, they know I'm slick

They know I'm rich as a sum'bitch

I could get any nigga hit

Don't give a fuck about this rap shit

Ask them niggas do I give a fuck

Ask them niggas do I gotta cap

Back when they was in the studio

I was already a millionaire

[Chorus: MO3]

For the times I ain't have shit

On the gang, I'ma chase that paper

Drop dick in another nigga bitch

Man, this old Keef fuckin' my day up

I'm runnin' to the money when I wake up, cake up

And I ain't worried' 'bout nothin', I got my cake up, fuck a hater, yeah-yeah

[Outro: Ralo]

And at this point, nigga

Birdman can't even talk this shit like we did

He can't even say the shit that I say, nigga, 'cause I stand on this shit, nigga

I did this shit, I'm for real 'bout this shit, nigga

I been out two months, nigga, we already spent two million

Next month, we plan on spendin' another two million in one month

Ayy, Kay, I got this shit, nigga

Long live MO3, nigga

I'm tryna shoot the video right there where they dropped him at, nigga

I wanna be out there, nigga

Fam, go