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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loyle Carner
Vocals
Rebel Kleff
Vocals
Jehst
Vocals
Thomas Greer
Vocals
Joel R LeBlanc
Guitar
Tyrrell
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Loyle Carner
Composer
Kristian Revelle
Composer
Zach Gill
Composer
Otis Jackson Jr
Composer
Romeo Jiminez
Composer
Jack Brown
Composer
William Shields
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loyle Carner
Recording Engineer
Kristian Revelle
Producer
Dan Parry
Mixing Engineer
Billy Brimstone
Recording Engineer
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer
Ben Coyle-Larner
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We call it manilla
Rebel coming through with a skrilla
[Verse 2]
No worries
Nah, it's no worries
Uh, check, I don't ever, I don't ever
Check
Nah, no worries
[Verse 3]
I don't ever worry 'bout my next step
Or ever even worry 'bout my next check
Like it's the best bet, trying to protect neg
Living in this hurry, only worry is my next breath
[Verse 4]
'Cause you can get left and ghost with the rest
And end up most, raise a toast to the death
Like it's blessed
But the second guess pokes through your chest
Till you rest where your brothers left, wishing you were next
[Verse 5]
But the best don't fade
Flicker where the flame blows
Uh, the circle still be tighter than some cornrows
I feel the pain, never worry if the pain shows
[Verse 6]
Maybe only reason I be feeling like I paint those images that fit
Quick like the minute that you flip
For you'll finish, feel the ignorance and dip, still, you slip
For a minute, blame the Guinness that you sip
Little piss, missing ignorance and bliss, shit
[Verse 7]
No worries, so don't worry
I know it's all about the money
But we ain't in a hurry
Nah, it's no worries
So don't worry
I know it's all about the money
But we ain't in a hurry, nah
No worries
[Verse 8]
No drama, nah, nada
You're falling out your tree, tryna be the top banana
Even the apple of my eye turn green with envy
When every jungle animal is on a feeding frenzy
[Verse 9]
Fear and loathing on this helter-skelter
When all we really need is food, clothing, and shelter
Played the hand they dealt you, down to the last card
You claim king but only jokers have the last laugh
[Verse 10]
So, when alarm bells ring, we don't do a thing but sing
It's sink or swim and the tide is in, ever night is a title bid
Every night is a title bid
You gotta float when you're the butterfly that they're tryna pimp
[Verse 11]
And pack a sting for those buzzing around your honeybee
But never sweating when it's coming to the currency
The money been the root of evil since Genesis
So, I let the ink chase the paper when I'm penning this
[Verse 12]
No worries, so don't worry
I know it's all about the money
But we ain't in a hurry
Nah, it's no worries
So don't worry
I know it's all about the money
But we ain't in a hurry, nah
No worries
[Verse 13]
Nah, we ain't in a hurry
We ain't in the rush but we're steady pacing
Chasing payments is a blatant, but we're staying patient
Pumping product from this basement trying to make a statement
But ain't nothing changed when I check my statement
[Verse 14]
Remain determined 'cause the work is being put in
I'm aware of what I'm cooking and the people overlooking
Mastering this recipe before we hand it out
But still living hand-to-mouth
[Verse 15]
Thought I had it figured out, what a setback
That time is money that I'll never get back
And yeah, I get that, but listen if that
No time to dwell, 'cause only time will tell if it works
Flipping verses, filling purses is a gift and a curse
[Verse 16]
And so I life for the better and I learn from the worst
I'm burning, earnings will curve and it's discerning at first
Determined, money for music is the plan I prefer
So, tell my mother, I'm a man of my word
It's no worries
[Verse 17]
No worries, so don't worry
I know it's all about the money
But we ain't in a hurry
Nah, it's no worries
So don't worry
I know it's all about the money
But we ain't in a hurry, nah
No worries
[Verse 18]
We just made some money for our family
Plan A worked out, we didn't need no plan B
Brothers upset, saying, they can't stand me
Talk about the money that they hand me
[Verse 19]
Reckon we were angry
I'm sitting crisp
With my jigga Chris
Loving freestyle
I know you lot are feeling this
Never hit and miss
Sit another hit of this
Thinking of the lyric I should finish with
Written by: Jack Brown, Joshuwa Brown, Kristian Revelle, Loyle Carner, Otis Jackson Jr, Romeo Jiminez, William Shields, Zach Gill