BITCH DONT WORRY BOUT IT Lyrics

Yeah, Tarantino the Bangem Boy aka Mr. Anthrax man

A man you get so tired of people asking you so many questions

You feel like you taking a multiple choice exam or something

I mean they all in your face asking you crazy ass questions and shit

I mean they be asking shit like this here

I see you got them new J's on flexing like a boss

I was bout to cop some how much did they cost

And you got the matching shirt was it on sale

Who painted your Chevy boy that thang wet as hell

Who ya cell service with mine with Verizon

But I'm bout to switch to Metro cause my rates keep rising

What you think of Jay-Z you heard about T.I.

Will slap Chris joking calling Jada G.I.

These the kind of people that be getting on my nerves

It's a question mark coming after every damn word

Need to get ya own business all in everybody else

Momma should've told ya worry bout ya got damn self

Talk more than a chick asking questions like you high

Every sentence starts with who what where when or why

Gone get up out my face I ain't got time to talk to you

Gotta tend my own business that's what real niggas do

How you stacking all that bread up

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

When you brought a new car

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Aye why yo brother went to jail

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Aye how you signing all them deals

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

I seen ya baby momma riding thru the city with Lorenzo

I thought yawl got married why she riding in his Benzo

How you stay strapped up and you always at the crib

How you keep them ladies running in and out of where you live

Who filing ya taxes for ya who claiming ya kids

How ya momma doing why ya daddy ain't shit

Why you bussing at them boys why you got them running scared

Why ya pants sag why them dreads in ya head

If I had a dollar every time you ask me a question

I'd have a hundred K and spend it all in a session

You ain't noticed I act deaf every time you try to speak

Should've been a commentator always wanna run ya beak

Everybody know ya business and you try to tell theirs

Always got a sob story but nobody really cares

You know how to spot a hater you know what I'm talking bout

You just hopping out ya car and first thing out they mouth is

How you stacking all that bread up

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

When you brought a new car

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Aye why yo brother went to jail

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Aye how you signing all them deals

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it

Bitch don't worry bout it