No Worries
T.I. Feat. Rick Ross Lyrics


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God forgives, I don't

Yeah, yeah, yeah

My bitch so mean, she bite down on my dick
I call her Roscoe Dash, she be writing all on my shit
My mind still on my money, my niggas still on my side
Ain't' got no worries nigga, all we do is ride
Don't switch out like Pacquiao, still gone put my stacks down
Half a mill on May Weather, I count it down to my crack house
My T-shirt cost 15, my chain ran 1.3
That champagne I piss out, Crystal, fuck Mitt Romney
Top down in my foreign, Double M we touring
God damn her ass fat, my bank account enormous

You can look me in my face
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
See the sh-rooms keep me up
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there red bone mango's right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitch think they're the shit, I sent them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's OK if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Pyru, and all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry
I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi

You can look me in my face
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
See the sh-rooms keep me up
I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries




You see pussy right there red bone mango's right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries

Overall Meaning

The song "No Worries" by T.I. featuring Rick Ross is a braggadocious anthem that highlights the lifestyle and confidence of successful rappers. Throughout the song, T.I. and Rick Ross take turns boasting about their wealth, expensive possessions, and sexual conquests without any remorse or worries. The chorus repeats the phrase "I ain't got no worries," emphasizing the carefree nature of their lives.


In the first verse, T.I. describes his aggressive and loyal girlfriend, nicknamed Roscoe Dash, who keeps him satisfied in the bedroom. He also mentions his focus on money and maintaining his friendships. In the second verse, Rick Ross references the world of boxing by mentioning Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather, as well as his own wealth and luxurious lifestyle. The third verse features Lil Wayne, who makes references to drugs and violence, as well as his sexual exploits.


Overall, the song promotes the idea that success and wealth bring ultimate freedom and an absence of worries. The lyrics are explicit and can be seen as glorifying drugs, violence, and misogyny. However, they can also be interpreted as a commentary on the unapologetic and confident attitudes of successful rappers who have transcended societal norms and expectations.


Line by Line Meaning

God forgives, I don't
I am not forgiving those who wrong me


My bitch so mean, she bite down on my dick I call her Roscoe Dash, she be writing all on my shit
My girlfriend is aggressive during sex, and she gives me love bites. I compare her to the rapper Roscoe Dash, who writes all over his songs.


My mind still on my money, my niggas still on my side Ain't got no worries nigga, all we do is ride
I am focused on making money, and my friends always have my back. We ride through life without any worries.


Don't switch out like Pacquiao, still gone put my stacks down Half a mill on May Weather, I count it down to my crack house
I won't change my ways like boxer Pacquiao, and I always bet on May Weather. I count my winnings as I head back to my drug den.


My T-shirt cost 15, my chain ran 1.3 That champagne I piss out, Crystal, fuck Mitt Romney
I spend little on clothes but a lot on jewelry. I don't care about expensive things like champagne, and I don't like politician Mitt Romney.


Top down in my foreign, Double M we touring God damn her ass fat, my bank account enormous
I'm cruising in my exotic car with my record label, and I'm impressed by a woman's body and my huge bank account.


You can look me in my face I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
You can see from my face that I am carefree and have no worries.


See the sh-rooms keep me up I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries
I use hallucinogenic mushrooms to stay energized, and I have no worries.


You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see us, Tunechi and Mack Maine, with our money. We have no worries.


You see pussy right there red bone mango's right there See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries
We're surrounded by attractive women and drugs, and we have no worries.


Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried
I am present and everyone should be intimidated. Weak men are afraid of me, and women are attracted to me.


And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
If a woman arouses me, then she'll experience something powerful. Your girlfriend is impressed by me when we speak privately.


Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
I hope your barbershop is open because we are easily provoked. I smoke so much that even Smokey the Bear has to tolerate it.


And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek All these bitch think they're the shit, I sent them up shits creek
My Jeep is stylish without the doors. Women think they're superior, but I surpass them.


You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas It's OK if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
You see me, Tunechi, here. I have clever ideas. You can have fun, but don't ruin the exciting pace I'm setting.


All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it These are Blood gang Pyru, and all rats gotta die even Stewart
I cultivate the marijuana I smoke. I belong to the Bloods gang Pyru, and I exterminate traitors.


On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
On my private jet, my flight attendant is your partner. I know women who only want money and workers who do hard manual labor.


You don't get dissed, you get disfigured She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
You don't get insulted; I hurt you physically. She apologizes for not shaving, but I still perform oral sex on her. I have no worries.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Roberts

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