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Album: Re-Up (2014)

Ain't No Problems

First we walk in and turn up
All these bitches know they gotta earn us
Bitches don't front it, he can run up
Skin so white like Sherman
I told her “your hot, but there's nothing she can do
She neva eva gonna learn us
I fuck me a chopper I paint up his ride and I told him
Let's get it, like under my gutter
Ain't no mahfuckin' pro'lem, we got money ova here
Ain't no mahfuckin' hatin', we got money ova here [x2]
Ain't no mahfuckin' pro'lem, we got money ova here

On the East Side, with the cater ice
On the West Side, with my partner hide
I'm a whole nef, with my Obie True
I smoke big gas, nigga, like my uncle snoop
Pop a percocet I bet that pussy get wet
Betta grab yo bitch befo' I intercept
If that head good, she could get a check
That boy always been a pussy, never been a threat
Big diamond Rolex, big Cuban link
She gon Let me hit that pussy just to smoke and drink
This how money look, hoe, this how money look! [x2]

First we walk in and turn up
All these bitches know they gotta earn us
Bitches don't front it, he can run up
Skin so white like Sherman
I told her “your hot, but there's nothing she can do
She neva eva gonna learn us
I fuck me a chopper I paint up his ride and I told him
Let's get it, like under my gutter
Ain't no mahfuckin' pro'lem, we got money ova here
Ain't no mahfuckin' hatin', we got money ova here [x2]
Ain't no mahfuckin' pro'lem, we got money ova here

Everything red, they calling my city bloodlanta, bloodlanta
Hundid round in the choppa my nigga get ready for ana
If afraid of the blood then you cannot stand up
Tryna stand on my nigga, I got empty bullet to land on
I'm a gangster like deNiro, hustler like Nino
Boss like vedo, call me on ES-Miho
In the field, money, you can call me what you see mo'
When the birds go for twittlin', I keep that on the D-Low
Chico told me get 'em, dave, you know I got 'em
20 thou on Louie, 20 thou on Prada
20 thou on Gucci, 50 thousand on Versace
Corvette, judo motherfucker, I'm a rider

First we walk in and turn up
All these bitches know they gotta earn us
Bitches don't front it, he can run up
Skin so white like Sherman
I told her “your hot, but there's nothing she can do
She neva eva gonna learn us
I fuck me a chopper I paint up his ride and I told him
Let's get it, like under my gutter
Ain't no mahfuckin' pro'lem, we got money ova here
Ain't no mahfuckin' hatin', we got money ova here [x2]
Ain't no mahfuckin' pro'lem, we got money ova here


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