Artist: (Lil Wayne & DJ Drama f/) Euro, Jae Millz, Mack Maine Album: Dedication 5 Song: Ain't Worried Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Euro] Yeah, it's Euro nigga, hahahah (D5!) Huh I'm that Dominican nigga, your bitch be talkin' 'bout I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now I got a whole collection, of my hoe collection YMCMB, no autocorrection I said "Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas" Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon' respect my niggas Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck, my nigga Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas Got a big dream, from a small town, got a small circle, you never get around Old hoes thinkin' I'm a put 'em on now, room full of bad bitches, I'm a put 'em all down Always been broke, who's rich now? I ain't never had change, why switch now? Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit 'til y'all heard me spit now everything loud Got a mojo with a flow-flow, got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no, coolin' in the cut with a bud sippin' Romo Ah! No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole Never tell though, I'm a need a little more dope for my uncle cause I sell flows and he sell dope Nigga work [Interlude: Mack Maine] Yeah, Euro Whattup, this Mack the fortune teller The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus Negrodamus, my nigga, predictin' futures You need some lottery numbers, holla at me nigga, I got you [Jae Millz] (OWWW!) Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K, no nina Word to Martin, I'm cold with this homie, buckshots like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina!" (Millzy!) Money don't mean nothin', my youngin', I'll kill you for some sneakers (bow!) This Dedication 5, no vacations slime, we in the end zone and they in bleachers Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin'; nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck 'em Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA, lil nigga no discussion Boy I'll close ya case like judge Mills Lane, all y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane Big guns that go over the shoulder dawg; my team strapped, no overalls So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters, these bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor then hop on the plane and fly over you losers Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer, I'm not from this era that beef on computers Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you, specially I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger, hittin' your girl then I'm passin' her Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin', Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin' D5! We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money) nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz) Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing) nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)