Don’t Worry (New $$$ Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin] It's kind of crazy to question, my team made on smash Like an ATM message, so please take your cash (Come on now) Should be understood. Look, we done some good Work in the past (For real). Still, I feel kind of burnt when I ask Y'all know me. I could connect with O.C That I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect, but, homie Why I gotta choose? I'm like, "Nah My dues all paid up." I'm telling y'all straight-up now I'm Dow Jonesing, meaning I'm [?] (Yeah) Motherfucker, crack vial, bought 'em for the caps, slack Off for the capital, brother, you ball, and that's for real Yes, the squad wanna eat restaurants, we tryna see After meals. Yes, indeed, get some deeds Bless the seeds. See, it ain't a few So we best to push our plans strong, try to play it through Hope we get to put our fam on like the Wayans do Not too funny style when plots, capers, stunts Talking new money now—watch for papercuts Slow and steadily, wanna get it, we best to get it Minty-fresh from the freshly minted—that's that… [Hook: Breeze Brewin] (x2) We're sticking together like new money We're getting whatever we're due lovely Get your green crisp and clean Live your dream with your team [Verse 2: Queen Herawin] I wants paper, y'all, like a mountain of loot Like the Fountain of Youth to Ponce de León Bank but not piggy, tryna lock city real estate Feeling great. Ante up, fam, and come rock with me Bomb burst for commerce 'til I'm first National, mean joints to the Greenpoint, smashing through Drop a few bars, cop a new car A little in the bank, you'll be oh so popular The chase is on for the bases all bigger Like [?], I'm rapping galore. Listen You clown and you gon' get an L. You think small, you gon' Sink, y'all, end up drowning in a wishing well Never nickel-and-dime, tryna coin a phrase That pays, get on my grind now, enjoy later days Long-range, or, rather, the stretch Hummer humming Max well/Maxwell beyond a little "Sumthin' Sumthin'" So fortunate with emphasis on the fortune I oughta get 'cause, fuck it, my style scorches Done it for straight love, get in my gut, thoughts Be tryna stop paystubs looking like they cut short [Hook: Breeze Brewin] (x2) We're sticking together like new money We're getting whatever we're due lovely Get your green crisp and clean Live your dream with your team [Verse 3: Breeze Brewin] Sometimes, you catch the old Money looking as us brothers coming up like, "That's So funny," and I'm thinking like, "Come on, what? You Got jokes?" Surely, I wasn't gonna fuss, but you Got dough early when a lot of y'all sold dust Still, you hurry to worry how we got some cash. "She got Blow stashed or went and got his Glock for blast." Not So fast. I'm clean, I mean, especially now Ever since Cochran passed, brothers, watch your ass [Hook: Breeze Brewin] (x2) We're sticking together like new money We're getting whatever we're due lovely Get your green crisp and clean Live your dream with your team