Action Bronson - Nothing To Worry About lyrics

[Hook: Peter Bjorn and John] Do this thing, this type of thing Put a little money in this type of thing I've got nothing to worry about I've got nothing to worry about [Verse 1] Speak in the third person, he don't like it when he overlooked Last year he was a cook, always been a crook Handing money out, his palms are feeling itchy You still a b**h if you b**h, b He make the paper, never made he, seat laid back In a five wagon, champagne, eat off rap Twin angels made of porcelain Prayer scripted on the black Steve Austin sh** Yo, you lost it, kid Call my Peter Luger Junior, keen shop house in shorts Island hopping, winter time Pad Thai with the peanuts and the bitter lime And shorty will take a sh** on the chest of any stupid b**h that you consider fine He one of a kind off the couch He piss standing up He read books and write poetry And he strong as a Samoan Straight from Flushing and you know it, b**h [Verse 2: Peter Bjorn and John] Negative, why always so negative? If you have problems, why don't you go solve them? [Hook]