Got Problems (duDUhDud) Lyrics

I got problems with some money

I got problems with my haters

Talk down when the shit ain't funny oh

I'm like these niggas fake, bruh

I'm like, ooh Spottin' a cat, can't do feline

oh, down on her back, you know she fine

oh, on the trap, that's where we grind

oh, hands on the strap, don't cross that line

My promise ain't change, I'ma be right here

Long as you don't play me, or fade me

Or have me lookin' crazy, oh baby

No, I be in that Maro with two doors

So claustrophobic, yes I know

Roll out that window and she blows

And I don't even know another harder way

Cause baby, I took her heart away, and I know

A lot of niggas wanna see me dead, wanna see me gone

They can't picture me on top, oh hell no

You can catch me on the gully shop, on Melmore

ACG only, don't fuck with us, what you round for

I don't need no problems with my money oh

I'll Anita Bake ya

So come straight when you come for me oh

I'm tryna get my cake up, yeah

I got problems with some money

I got problems with my haters

Talk down when this shit ain't funny oh

I'm like these niggas fake, bruh

I'm like, ooh, spotting a cat, can't do feline

oh, down in the back, you know she fine

oh, on the trap, that's where we grind

oh, hands on the strap, don't cross that line

I be grinding for the ones who can't reach it

If you wanna be a lil' nigga, you can be it

Gotta put your fuckin' mind to this, and grind hard

Gotta quit wasting your time and shit, don't nod off

So used to just blocking shit, so block all

Don't make me hit your block and shit, pill your top off

Young niggas ain't stopping this, that part I used to calling cops and shit

I let that Mac off

We gon' pop that shit like

Do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do

Reload and get off

Do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do

We gon' pop that shit like

Do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do

Reload and get off

Do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do

I got problems with some money

I got problems with my haters

Talk down when this shit ain't funny oh

I'm like these niggas fake, bruh

I'm like, ooh, spotting a cat, can't do feline

oh, down on her back, you know she fine

On the trap, that's where we grind

Hands on the strap, don't cross that line