I think I got a problem Lyrics

(I think I gotta)

(Think I gotta what)

(Think I gotta what)

(Yuh)

I think I got a problem

I can't stop making tracks

cause hunger in my blood

I'm alway chase a plat

If they show a lil nigga love

Imma always show it back

If I ever go broke

Imma always make it stack

I think I got a problem

I can't stop making tracks

cause hunger in my blood

I'm alway chase a plat

If they show a ***** love

Imma always show it back

If I ever go broke

Imma always make it stack

Sit back and I chill while I chase my dreams

Give a ***** pen and pad I'm bars machine

So hot to clean

My only down side is im addicted to the green

So you catching me stacking cheddar

Money to long to measure

Rubbing Ben Franks from pleasure

Yak like to run around

King of the underground

That's means that I'm hidden treasure

Getting Rich in minutes I'll be grim forever

You can never sensor me

Cause it put up my motion

The way I make all this money

Best believing a ***** toasting

To the good days and bad ones

you got a broke bitch?

I never had one

You like to smoke bitch?

I rolled a fat one

Beats be the duffle with these bars imma pack it

Money on the table imma snatch it

Know my neighbors here rackket

Just tryna change a ***** tax bracket

Went from sleep on the floor

Now my money labeled slut

cause I spreed it like hoe

You can see it my strut

Like I've been here before

765 come alive

I just open the door

Know they love me and they want to hear More

Carry sticks fuck the clubs like I'm happy Gilmore

I think I got a problem

I can't stop making tracks

Cause it's hunger in my blood

I'm alway chase a plat

If they show a ***** love

Imma always show it back

If I ever go broke

Imma always make it stack

If I ever got broke imma always make it stack

you already know but they call a ***** yak it's a facts you think you hotter then me these nigga wack

I got tracks you never heard I think they're going triple plat

Moving state to state you would think a ***** teleport

Money and my goals to long for me to fall short

Think I travel now just wait till I get a pass port

Laugh while I push a big Benz's to the air port

Fuck tsa we going straight to the back port

Catch a pj and pull off in the latest sport

Writing music getting easy so you niggas in trouble

Tinted windows can't see me I'll be there on double

Make the play Drew breezy I anint even call a huddle

I think this rap game need me I'm the last peace to the puzzle

Hand soar from eating crab legs and counting dirty Hundos

****** really mad cause the me mf sun rose

And to the people show me love you'll be sitting the front row

But if you really know me don't be sparking up no blunt tho

(Don't be sparking up my blunts bitch)

(If you really know a ***** you know I only smoke the papers in the hemps)

(Keep that shit going fuck nicotine all 2024)