Lyrics No Problem - Young Thug

No Problem

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?
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
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?
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
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?