Word To Yams Lyrics - Jr Donato

[Verse 1: J.R Donato] 

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch 

Thumbing through the check 

Boy, money got me sick (money got me) 

My Aston got me sick 

Cash, cash 

My car go fast, fast 

Nigga Ferrari smash 

Money bags (ay) 

Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick) 

I might just smash, (uh) 

Pass her to my clique, then I hit her last 

I ain't worried bout no bitch, boy I'm off this gas 

My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, boy I'm off this gas 

My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas 

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[Verse 2: Playboi Carti] 

These cops on my ass 

Dirty kitchen, dirty cash 

Cash Carti, money bags, yeah 

Hoe I keep a sack 

Got a cup filled with of act 

I'm a real ass nigga 

40 clip with the strap 

Blow a nigga off the map 

Blowing backwoods in the trap 

Niggas talking down while my nigga spray 

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[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch 

Thumbing through the check 

Boy, money got me sick (money got me) 

My Aston got me sick 

Cash, cash 

My car go fast, fast 

Nigga Ferrari smash 

Money bags (ay) 

Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick) 

I might just smash, (uh) 

Pass her to my clique, then I hit her last 

I ain't worried bout no bitch, boy I'm off this gas 

My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas 

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti] 

Should of seen hoe 

It's all good though 

Pull down my pants, oh 

Don't use your hands, woah 

I heard about you girl 

You heard about me two 

You heard i got them bands 

I heard that mouth a (?) 

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch 

Thumbing through the check 

Boy, money got me sick (money got me) 

My Aston got me sick 

Cash, cash 

My car go fast, fast 

Nigga Ferrari smash 

Money bags (ay) 

Yeah, she all on my dick (my dick) 

I might just smash, (uh) 

Pass her to my clique, then I hit her last 

I ain't worried bout no bitch, boy I'm off this gas 

My phone blowing up, I think they need some gas