Young Thug — No Problem

[Chorus] I been ballin' so long, but I don’t want no problems Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems Pullin up on YSL, these young niggas got problems They can’t beat me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem I’ma slide down your hood when you and your girl havin' problems OG bag ‘pose to be in, what the world is the problem? [Verse 1] I'ma wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey I'ma sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen Ain’t no cypher nor no wrestler, but a rappin' invention And I'm master selling them P’s, now my money no limit I got my bread up, no, shut up, don’t let up No police, I’m fed up, they cannot forget us I got your schedule, I fuck up your schedule I shoot at your head, your dreads, they dye us These bitches just know it’s too hard to get by us I’m not advertisin' but boy you can try us I sang to your bitch and she call me Mariah I see and read everything 'round me but bibles Bugatti I swear, I’m not gonna hurt anybody, I swear I’m not gonna tell anybody Just take this molly and stand right beside me I’m with PeeWee Longway You know every day a long day You know I’m not Kanye, but I been rockin' since the first day [Chorus] I been ballin' so long, but I don’t want no problems Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems Pullin up on YSL, these young niggas got problems They can’t beat me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem I’ma slide down your hood when you and your girl havin' problems OG bag ‘pose to be in, what the world is the problem? [Verse 2] Pull up in that new coupe then drop the roof (Woo) Take your boo and then attend to her like a boo She love my dirty drawers even though I'm a crew I love her even though I know lil' mama's swoo Cop a Rollie then I Kawasaki ride a bike (Bitch) Keep a pint, I'ma throw you my bro he white, he white You not on my level, cause I, I done got my straddles up Woke up with a nice, bad bitch inside my bed like fuck Aye, I'ma trip across and stick 'em up Don't play [Chorus] I been ballin' so long, but I don’t want no problems Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems Pullin up on YSL, these young niggas got problems They can’t beat me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem I’ma slide down your hood when you and your girl havin' problems OG bag ‘pose to be in, what the world is the problem?