WORTH IT ft. YoungTat Lyrics
- Genre:Reggaeton
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Try to come walk in my shoes, bet you cant
I'm counting my money, its cutting my hand (Cutting my hand)
Why you hating on me, your bitch is a fan (Your bitch is a fan)
These diamonds on me cost me a couple a grand
Todos decían que yo no podia, dudaban que lo iba a lograr
Uno por uno contamos los cienes, parece que no va a parar
Y no quiero pensar de todo lo que paso por eso me pongo a fumar
And I know that my brothers, they never gon' fold, I know that we taking far
And I'm with Tat, got us some pretty bitches sipping henny inside of the whip
Smoking that gas, lighting it up, up inside of the stu and we making hit
Empezamos atras, now we in first
Put in the work but they saw how we came, we came from the back
Can't really trip about the money I spend cus I got a habit of making back
For my dawg
I don't fall
Don't try and call, I can't pick up the phone
I'm in my zone
My bitch said I'm wrong
Cus I keep smoking dope
So I told that bitch, she gotta go
Tell me, tell me, tell me was it worth it
I told you that you got it, you deserve it
I took you shopping bae you got my pockets hurting
I peep them lurking, I like the way you work it
They see the cash and these bitches get to flirting
I start the wave and these boys, they get to surfing
Better move out the way, you know I don't play like that
You tripping bout some bands you don't got
I'm sitting in a Benz with a thot
We spark the blunt and then we drop the top
I spilled Henny on my chain that's on the rocks
I'm at it again
I cut the roof off the top up in France
You stick with enemies, calling them friends
Rockin a chain diamonds and bitches dance
I told Mat imma go lay down some extra shit
This EP turned y'all so I call it exorcist
She wanna be more than friends but I'm keeping the benefits
I got heads turning I'm ready bitch
I'm diving in
Mat said it's my turn I'm tapping in
And you ain't worth nothing, not half of this
I'm turning up, look at what happened bitch
I'm tryna see how this ends
You can't take your money with you so spend it all before you're dead
I'm on some savage shit
And I like my secrecy so when I fuck you don't tell 'em bitch
It's been a minute since I came like this
They see what we doing, they looking pissed
I had my bitch bring a bitch and they twist
I'm at the top, not the top of the list but the top of the building
Sittin up here where no one tripping
My phone looking dry cause I cut off the feelings
My focus is solely on cutting the top of the ceiling
Another one gone, another one gone come back
I been at it for a long time, you ain't heard my music like that
You ain't seen Tat without Mat
And all of our ex bitches know
It's easy come, easy to go
We had a bunch of bitches hit the road
Easy to turn up when these bitches know
Come back
Sippin on the forty two pop that
I don't gotta say that I'm bout that
Cause I got my boy who gone pop back
I heard you want cheese you rat rat
I heard you got these and not that
I'm rocking my jeans, I off that
Marigela my jeans, it's still that
Yeah, las cosas cambiaron pero yo no paro hasta que todo el equipo ande arriba
Y tu perra paso toda la noche conmigo, ya sabes le cambie la vida
Porque yo se que ella nunca se olvida de mi
Conmigo, ella siempre se olvida de ti
For me, she gon' fuck, she fucking for free
But you gotta pay, you paying a fee like
Mmm yea
We in this bitch like yea
Fuckin on ya bitch like yea
If you got a bill, better pay up yea
Christian Louboutin on moms heels
Walking around like she stepped in some paint
Pull up in the G-Wag make time still
Ain't nobody asking how I feel
Don't give a fuck bout her feelings no more imma fuck with her friend off rip yea
Youngins running round the city, saying what we saying, I put em on drip yea
I don't really fuck with the pills, I'm just gone smoke for immediate fix
Now this shit getting so intense
Hit it out the fence
Fuck a new song imma diss
We gon' crop him out the picture
Then I'm fucking his sister
One nine four two liquor
And I don't need a mixer
And I'm just getting richer, my bitch getting thicker, you know I ain't fucking around woah
I don't even kiss her so why would I miss her I just like the way that shit sound when
I hit from the back
I'm loving the way that it claps (Ouuu)
Now they fucking with Mat
And you know that they fucking with Tat too
I walk into Saks
I told them, just give me the rack (Ouuu)
Getting hard to relax
Got some people I can't turn my back too
Mmm yeah, todo lo que te compre
Yo se que te olvidas de el
Yo se que te gusta Chanel
Yea this shit is exorcist, exorcist
Yea, make you turn ya'll heads
I'm in the three, three, three, three, three
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I ain't been home in a while, home in a while
Yeah I ain't been home in a while, home in a while