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Why Worry
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig

Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln, baby

Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the funk at? Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment

Gps another spot
Where the funk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chuck it out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold where I'm aimin' at with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin'
Talkin' like you ballin'

Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome like, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) ay, yeah

Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the funk at? Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, wayment

Gps another spot
Where the funk at?
Yeah follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Isaiah McClain

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"Why Worry"

Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby

Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me



Caio Machado

[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

[Verse 2]
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me



Shane Best

[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' off my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me 
Verse 2
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Yeah, follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me



Not-A-Critic

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

[Verse 2]
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me



vincent muraya

[Verse 1]
Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' off my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig
Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln
Baby

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

[Verse 2]
What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chonkin' out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold when I'm aimin' that with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin', talkin' like you ballin'
Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome right, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the fonk at?
Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, wayment
GPS another spot
Where the fonk at?
Yeah, follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me



All comments from YouTube:

Top Dawg Entertainment

Why Worry... #TDE

FARGO

Make my man drop the album already

James Arnold

Isaiah. Isaiah. Isaiah. I said it.

pickatenney

Where it at Top

lamarcus armstrong

Thomas Tarabay iiiiiiiiiiiooo

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IZ

The last time he released music my kid was just being born and now she’s 4 years old listening to this with me wow...

McLOVIN

Exactly bro

Bo Herron

His last drop welcomed me to college. This was one of the last songs to come out during senior year... the days are long but months are gone

AceOfSpades

Man I fuck w Zay heavy but how y’all ok w/ all the cussing on zay’s music? Kids are so impressionable

Ps - I ain’t judging I’m just trying to understand. I got a 6 yr old girl. Can’t wait to introduce Zay music to her but I feel she too young

Charlene DeShazier

You forgot he released Grace less than a year ago lol

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