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Bj The Chicago Kid - Too Good Lyrics

Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad tho'
But worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (whoa)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (whoa)
Ha ha (ha ha), I'm laughin', ha ha (ha ha)
Every time you in the place, I see hate in your eye (hate in your eye)
Yeah-yeah I know it ain't your birthday but I got a surprise ('prise)
So I knew I had to tell you when I saw you on sight (saw you on sight)
Stay in your lane (lane), stay in your lane (lane)
I'm on your brain, it's strange (strange)
You wouldn't know my name (name)
The one for the fame (yeah)
Ha ha (ha ha), I'm still laughin', ha ha (ha ha)
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high, adios (whoa)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
(Whoa) worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (whoa)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad though (woo)
But worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Hop in the coupe, and my seats are Baghetti
Give my grandma fifty thousand, she need it (grandma)
Bitch actin' crazy, the bitch get deleted (bye)
Find it amazin', I made it, I made it (amazin')
Ice on my chest while I'm drivin' the gears (Ice)
In the private jet, eating steak and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere downtown eatin' sushi (sushi)
Go buy lil' mama some Gucci (lil' mama)
My wrist is water like jacuzzi (water)
I get the money 'cause I chose it (money)
Scars on me, couple bruises (scars)
Don't worry 'bout me 'cause God got me
And I know my life is kinda ruthless (woo, woo, woo)
Gotta run to the side nigga take you a loss (vroom, vroom)
Pull up in 'Rari, the engine is crackin', I take off the hat (hat)
Got me a sack, that's a fact, made by Mac
Stack, stack I put that shit back (put that shit back)
Me and these racks go way back, like rat in the hat (rack, racks)
Give me the wave back, hey
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Come to me about this and that (this and that)
The only difference between false and facts (false and facts)
Is that you niggas never where I'm at (where I'm at)
And gettin' close, we ain't havin' that (ooh woah)
My mind's on my money and my money's always on my mind (ooh)
Either love me or
Stay in your lane (lane), stay in your lane (lane)
I'm on your brain, it's strange (strange)
You wouldn't know my name (name)
The one for the fame (yeah)
Ha ha (ha ha), I'm still laughin', ha ha (ha ha)
The nerve of you niggas tryna fuck up my high, adios (whoa)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
(Whoa) worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad though
But worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (ain't made you no money, yeah)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad though (ohh)
But worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money