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Rich Brian - No Worries (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Brian
Rich Brian
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory "Aldae" Hein
Gregory "Aldae" Hein
Songwriter
Craig Balmoris
Craig Balmoris
Songwriter
Daniel Tannenbaum
Daniel Tannenbaum
Songwriter
Sergiu Adrian Gherman
Sergiu Adrian Gherman
Songwriter
Brian Imanuel
Brian Imanuel
Songwriter
Daniel Krieger
Daniel Krieger
Songwriter
Tyler Mehlenbacher
Tyler Mehlenbacher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Brian
Rich Brian
Producer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Bekon
Bekon
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
Matt Anthony
Matt Anthony
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
The Donuts
The Donuts
Producer
Gregory "Aldae" Hein
Gregory "Aldae" Hein
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Breakin' down, I'm barely breathin' You just hit me where it hurts Findin' ways to stop the bleedin' Did I get what I deserve? Call my friends over to kick it, we don't need hoes The game is on, the beers are cold Still happy and content, I'm tryna cut the worryin' Still got 'em askin' me, "What kind of business are you in?" Got so many blessings but I'm still here countin' it If it feels like a job, then why you still doin' it? Loved this every second, man, that's why I still do this shit I'm bad at socializin', that's what homeschoolin' did for me It also got me money and a whole new identity So fuck a prom night, I drive a limo to a bakery Findin' ways to stop the bleedin' Did I get what I deserve? Call my friends over to kick it, we don't need hoes The game is on, the beers are cold Yeah, born to do this shit, it wasn't nothin' accidental, ayy This shit got so borin', had to switch it up a little Sick of seein' people 'round me only care about the figures I can't have you talk to me about no mothafuckin' limit Write the best songs in my crib Why'd you ask me if I'm okay? Bitch, I feel extravagant Always been a different breed from day one so let's not pretend Notice all your lack of effort so, lil' bitch, we can't be friends Hey, shut the fuck up, go sip your Starbucks Don't play with me, 'cause you gon' fuck up your karma Don't fuck with hoes, I'd rather fuck up my commas Your life ain't good if it don't come with no problems Oh, been on fire but my heart is cold I ain't fuckin' with you anymore Bitch, I'm way too focused on my goals I can never stop it, uh Runnin' up the numbers, give a fuck about no budget Bitch, I'm up-and-coming and this shit ain't up for no discussion No I never cuff a basic, only fuck 'em on occasion She don't ever need persuasion 'Cause she said that I'm her favorite, uh 'Cause she said that I'm her favorite, uh
Writer(s): Daniel Tannenbaum, Craig Inocencio Balmoris, Tyler Reese Mehlenbacher, Daniel Nathan Krieger, Sergiu Adrian Gherman, Brian Imanuel Soewarno, Greg Hein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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