Problemz Lyrics

You want to tell me bout your problems

Bitch I got em too

You think this money come easy

Bitch I grind it through

You say you bout the muthafucka

But aint make no moves

Only God can judge my doing

Who the fuck is you

You want to act like you the shit now

Cause you made some cash

You got them hoes but now they gone

Blew through your money fast

You want to tell me you got problems

Bitch I got em too

Now get the fuck out my way

I got some shit to do

Ay, ay, who the fuck is this

Talking like they know me

But we never even met

Bitches talk

Let them gossip bitches walk

Cut them bitches off barber shop

Make them fairy tales stop

I aint about no make believe shit aint Disney

You either hating on my fire

Or you fuckin with me

Can't stand these bitches that show up on my come up

Bitch you need to put the work in too

Aint no runner up

Shit I aint blind I see every kind

And when I meet someone new I just categorize

I put the clout bitches in the back

Where the fake friends at

And bitches want to fuck with me now

Don't call em back

You want to tell me bout your problems

Bitch I got em too

You think this money come easy

Bitch I grind it through

You say you bout the muthafucka

But aint make no moves

Only God can judge my doing

Who the fuck is you

You want to act like you the shit now

Cause you made some cash

You got them hoes but now they gone

Blew through your money fast

You want to tell me you got problems

Bitch I got em too

Now get the fuck out my way

I got some shit to do

Yo fuck that wack shit

I bring the tactic

I take advantage while these hoes take it for granted

I map it understand it

I get personal

I cut deep on the mic it need a bandage

I want them bloody red bottoms too pomegranate

Bitches envious fuck them hoes

On this shit since twelve years old

I got the fire in my flow

Smoke these hoes like blowing o's

Seasoned like some ribeye and some fine wine

Ay don't be loyal to a bitch aint want to ride

Don't be wasting my time

Fuck these bitches who pretend they got my back

And the devil working hard to distract

You making money raise your flag

Ya'll be judging muthafuckers from their swag

If I pull up in some sweats

I'm a still kill the track

You want to tell me bout your problems

Bitch I got em too

You think this money come easy

Bitch I grind it through

You say you bout the muthafucka

But aint make no moves

Only God can judge my doing

Who the fuck is you

You want to act like you the shit now

Cause you made some cash

You got them hoes but now they gone

Blew through your money fast

You want to tell me you got problems

Bitch I got em too

Now get the fuck out my way

I got some shit to do