No.Worries by Baby Bear Lyrics

Bitch I got no worries
Bitch I got no problems
Only thing right on my mind is
That money and the commas

So broke boy stay in your lane
I’m flexing my ex on my chain
Hop up in the foreign
Man I been switching lanes

Bitch I got no worries
Bitch I got no problems
Only thing right on my mind is
That money and the commas

Young niggas been doing stains
I’m trying to get the money
I’m trying to get that guap
Shine like a diamond aye

Bitch I got no worries
Bitch I got no problems
Is that your baby mama
Giving sloppy to me and my mans
So look at me thumbing my bands
I’m fuckin that hoe with no hands
She clapping with that ass
Then she doin it with no hands

Bitch I got no worries
Bitch I got no problems
I’m really trying to get on that guap
I’m trying to prove something right to my mama

So stay in your lane flex my ex
Ballin like Kobe I’m next
Shoutout to your hoe
Damn your girl she givin that neck

Bitch I got no worries
Bitch I got no problems
Only thing right on my mind is
That money and the commas

So broke boy stay in your lane
I’m flexing my ex on my chain
Hop up in the foreign
Man I been switching lanes

Bitch I got no worries
Bitch I got no problems
Only thing right on my mind is
That money and the commas
So broke boy stay in your lane
I’m flexing my ex on my chain
Shoutout to your hoe
Man that bitch givin brain

Designer right on my waist
That 30 right up on my waist
You run up on me you know I catch a case
I stay in my lane I’m doin my thing

Broke boy stay in your lane
Lil Bear doin my thing
I flex on my ex just look at my chain
That bitch givin brain I pass to the gang

Look at my watch it be icy
I’m fuckin your hoe do it like Nikes
Stay in your lane you really wanna try me
I got that 30 you really wanna try me

Look at me doin my thing
I’m bussing that xan what you thing
I’m super gone I’m moving so slow
I’m sipping that lean I’m sipping that drank

I pour a 4 super fuckin slow
I’m trying to get the mufuckin guap
I’m trying to get right to the top
I trying stack money like soda ya
Bitch I feel like a Jew
I feeling like I grab my shoes
Look at your bae givin brain
I started the train and you is the caboose

Ya, I’m just doin my thing
I’m trying flex what you think
I’m trying to get all of that guap
Rockin designer bitch what you think

I got the Fendi right up on my waste
I don’t fuckin like you and that is the thing
My niggas all fucking savage
My niggas all doin them things

I got my fuckin bros
I got your mufuckin hoe
I call up Fendi man
And that nigga he just fucked your hoe

So young nigga stay in your lane
I’m smokin on gas the big dope
I just poured a 4
Time to sleep I’m moving so slow

Bitch I got no worries
Bitch I got no problems
Only thing right on my mind is
That money and the commas

So broke boy stay in your lane
I’m flexing my ex on my chain
I hop up in the foreign
Man I been switching lanes

Yuh, Aye, Lil Bear freestyle 2k17
(Yeah I spazzed bro)