WORTH IT ft. YoungTat Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Try to come walk in my shoes, bet you cant

I'm counting my money, its cutting my hand (Cutting my hand)

Why you hating on me, your bitch is a fan (Your bitch is a fan)

These diamonds on me cost me a couple a grand

Todos decían que yo no podia, dudaban que lo iba a lograr

Uno por uno contamos los cienes, parece que no va a parar

Y no quiero pensar de todo lo que paso por eso me pongo a fumar

And I know that my brothers, they never gon' fold, I know that we taking far

And I'm with Tat, got us some pretty bitches sipping henny inside of the whip

Smoking that gas, lighting it up, up inside of the stu and we making hit

Empezamos atras, now we in first

Put in the work but they saw how we came, we came from the back

Can't really trip about the money I spend cus I got a habit of making back

For my dawg

I don't fall

Don't try and call, I can't pick up the phone

I'm in my zone

My bitch said I'm wrong

Cus I keep smoking dope

So I told that bitch, she gotta go

Tell me, tell me, tell me was it worth it

I told you that you got it, you deserve it

I took you shopping bae you got my pockets hurting

I peep them lurking, I like the way you work it

They see the cash and these bitches get to flirting

I start the wave and these boys, they get to surfing

Better move out the way, you know I don't play like that

You tripping bout some bands you don't got

I'm sitting in a Benz with a thot

We spark the blunt and then we drop the top

I spilled Henny on my chain that's on the rocks

I'm at it again

I cut the roof off the top up in France

You stick with enemies, calling them friends

Rockin a chain diamonds and bitches dance

I told Mat imma go lay down some extra shit

This EP turned y'all so I call it exorcist

She wanna be more than friends but I'm keeping the benefits

I got heads turning I'm ready bitch

I'm diving in

Mat said it's my turn I'm tapping in

And you ain't worth nothing, not half of this

I'm turning up, look at what happened bitch

I'm tryna see how this ends

You can't take your money with you so spend it all before you're dead

I'm on some savage shit

And I like my secrecy so when I fuck you don't tell 'em bitch

It's been a minute since I came like this

They see what we doing, they looking pissed

I had my bitch bring a bitch and they twist

I'm at the top, not the top of the list but the top of the building

Sittin up here where no one tripping

My phone looking dry cause I cut off the feelings

My focus is solely on cutting the top of the ceiling

Another one gone, another one gone come back

I been at it for a long time, you ain't heard my music like that

You ain't seen Tat without Mat

And all of our ex bitches know

It's easy come, easy to go

We had a bunch of bitches hit the road

Easy to turn up when these bitches know

Come back

Sippin on the forty two pop that

I don't gotta say that I'm bout that

Cause I got my boy who gone pop back

I heard you want cheese you rat rat

I heard you got these and not that

I'm rocking my jeans, I off that

Marigela my jeans, it's still that

Yeah, las cosas cambiaron pero yo no paro hasta que todo el equipo ande arriba

Y tu perra paso toda la noche conmigo, ya sabes le cambie la vida

Porque yo se que ella nunca se olvida de mi

Conmigo, ella siempre se olvida de ti

For me, she gon' fuck, she fucking for free

But you gotta pay, you paying a fee like

Mmm yea

We in this bitch like yea

Fuckin on ya bitch like yea

If you got a bill, better pay up yea

Christian Louboutin on moms heels

Walking around like she stepped in some paint

Pull up in the G-Wag make time still

Ain't nobody asking how I feel

Don't give a fuck bout her feelings no more imma fuck with her friend off rip yea

Youngins running round the city, saying what we saying, I put em on drip yea

I don't really fuck with the pills, I'm just gone smoke for immediate fix

Now this shit getting so intense

Hit it out the fence

Fuck a new song imma diss

We gon' crop him out the picture

Then I'm fucking his sister

One nine four two liquor

And I don't need a mixer

And I'm just getting richer, my bitch getting thicker, you know I ain't fucking around woah

I don't even kiss her so why would I miss her I just like the way that shit sound when

I hit from the back

I'm loving the way that it claps (Ouuu)

Now they fucking with Mat

And you know that they fucking with Tat too

I walk into Saks

I told them, just give me the rack (Ouuu)

Getting hard to relax

Got some people I can't turn my back too

Mmm yeah, todo lo que te compre

Yo se que te olvidas de el

Yo se que te gusta Chanel

Yea this shit is exorcist, exorcist

Yea, make you turn ya'll heads

I'm in the three, three, three, three, three

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But I ain't been home in a while, home in a while

Yeah I ain't been home in a while, home in a while