Don't worry bout a nigga, get your money Don't worry bout a nigga, get your money She been gettin' bread, she been stackin' hundreds All her homegirls, they ain't really on it And she got her own crib with the gate in it And a couple hundred bands in the safe Don't need a nigga for nothin' Know the streets, she ain't no dummy Walk around smellin' like money Pussy clean, taste like honey Feels pain if she livin' lofty Never at home, she be out the country But momma know she bad and she payin' So she gettin' that bread Don't worry bout a nigga, get your money Bitch, don't tell him how you get it Don't say ***, how you get a brand new whip? Your nigga must've bought that hun' Give a *** what he think, don't tell his ass nothin' He can't tell hoes what to do He ain't no pimp, he don't make more than you He got mad when he found out You bought a new car and you bought a house He says you only like niggas with a little dick She don't know what to do with a baller bitch *** that excuse, she can't handle the truth She get money, she got more bands than you In the club, she got more fans than you And in the streets, she do things you can't never do Like gettin' money with these real niggas A lot of y'all scary like little bitches Don't worry bout a nigga, get your money Don't worry bout a nigga, get your money