NBT Motion - BetNotWorry Lyrics

You know we got bread, baby, pull up with your partner them
Speaking on my dead, crazy, you will end up under them
Running from the feds, f*ck your honor, I can't honor him
Money on his head, then my youngin end up hunting him

I know you ain't scared, baby, nothing, but some gunners here
Only love the dead , all these hundreds its a haunted house
We ain't breaking bread, all my buddies on the run with thousands
You know me, I turn yo seven that you fronting to a hundred thousand

Bitch was tryna act like she ain't easy, it did not work
Say he had that thrax but when he see me, he got block-work
Say he gotta tax, for a three-feezy, then he not serving

Bae these racks come in too easy you bet not worry
You bet not worry, you bet not worry
Bae these racks come in to easy you bet not worry
You bet not worry, you bet not worry
Bae these racks come in too easy you bet not worry

I ain't never hurting, I made more than minimum wage
I could take a flunkie off the block and get him paid
I ain't never met young Chop, but Chopper go bang-bang
Catch a baddie, go get shot, and watch you come up on some stain

Catch a baddie on they block, all the opps know your name
Soon as a n***a get popped, why do shatta be the blame
Young n***a scrape the pot, gotta get it anyway
Young n***a scrape the pot, I be serving all the J's

Ayy, I get these racks too easy,
Your body all on mine like dreezy
You know I'm a hot boy, just like Weezy
I'ma trap or die, baby, just like Jeezy
I ain't gotta say too much, so just give me a second
You ain't gotta wait that much
She at home she waiting up, she waiting on me to come beat it up

Just like the motor in my car, know I got a little bit geeked up
Bank on Swole, shit won't fold, like n***a waiting to re-up
Sub zero put shit on ice, know I make a bitch n***a freeze up
Boss ass n***a, do boss ass shit
Get money while I kick my feet up

You know we got bread, baby, pull up with your partner them
Speaking on my dead, crazy, you will end up under them
Running from the feds, f*ck your honor, I can't honor him
Money on his head, then my youngin end up hunting him

I know you ain't scared, baby, nothing, but some gunners here
Only love the dead , all these hundreds its a haunted house
We ain't breaking bread, all my buddies on the run with thousands
You know me, I turn yo seven that you fronting to a hundred thousand

Bitch was tryna act like she ain't easy, it did not work
Say he had that thrax but when he see me, he got block-work
Say he gotta tax, for the three-feezy, then he not serving

Bae these racks come in too easy you bet not worry
You bet not worry, you bet not worry
Bae these racks come in to easy you bet not worry
You bet not worry, you bet not worry
Bae these racks come in too easy you bet not worry