G.Y.M. Mitch (Ft. Too $hort)

[Intro: Too $hort]
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

[Chorus: Mitch]
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money
Don't worry 'bout a nigga, get your money

[Verse 1: Mitch]
She been gettin' bread, she been stackin' hundreds
All her homegirls, they really on it
And she got her own crib with the gate
And a couple hundred bands in the safe
Don't need a nigga for nothin'
Know the streets, she ain't no dummy
Walkin' 'round, smellin' like money
Pussy clean, taste like honey
Bills paid and she livin' lovely
Never at home, she be at the country
(No, no, no, no, no)
Lil' mama know she bad and she paid, steady gettin' that bread