hakuna matata Song Lyrics
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, young Gunna worth millions of dollars (millions of dollars)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (yeah)
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (hakuna matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early, young nigga tryna figure out his problems (figure out his problems)
A dirty 30, I hit it like Curry, they hit me, I don't even holla (yeah, don't even holla)
These niggas songs floppin', niggas ain't gon' stop him (songs floppin', gon' stop him)
Switch out my cars and my addy, my family straight and that's all that matter (yeah, all that)
Stackin' 'em racks in the safe and prepare for whatever, whenever it happen (whenever it happen)
I put my trust in my faith, when I'm walkin' through straight, I don't see no one else (see no one else)
No, it ain't Lauren, it's Raf Simons, it's Vetements steps (Lauren, it's Raf, Vetements steps)
Stay ready, I'm already prepped (prepped), undefeated, I feel like the champ (feel like the champ)
My bitch love the hunnids, we fuck and get money, she turnin' my tongue to a chair (tongue to a chair)
You did it, I done it, you know how I'm comin', young Wunna show 'em what to wear (show 'em what to wear)
Go pick up a bag, and it's way cross the country and light up the smoke in the air (yeah)
Bitch is so trim, I treat her like my twin when I shop it, I buy by the pair (buy by the pair)
They said it was up with me, but I'm so trim right now, nigga, don't even care
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, young Gunna worth millions of dollars (yeah)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (off a followin')
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (yeah, hakuna matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early, young nigga tryna figure out his problems (figure out his problems)
I got rich early, I'm steamin' from workin', it feel like I got a lil' hotter (got a lil' hotter)
Countin' up cash in the casa, eatin' sweet corn, not pasta (casa, none of that pasta)
Livin' hakuna matata, rock star, role model (hakuna matata, role model)
Still blow smoke like Shotta, I sit back drinkin' out the gold bottle (Cris')
Spring collection, I got 'em (yeah), put on a whole lotta (drip)
Nigga, I don't chat, won't holla, I face my problems, I pop like collars (pop like collars)
Nigga worth XY dollars, stacked big as a toddler, I won't even bother (yeah, yeah, don't even bother)
Wunna should be studied and honored, the top dawg under, I could write a novel (hey)
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, young Gunna worth millions of dollars (okay)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (uh-huh)
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (yeah, hakuna matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early, young nigga tryna figure out his problems (yeah, okay)
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