No Problem - Komo, Tel Money, D Blanco

This Niggas wants no problem

Cus when I roll up with my jiggas

They be pocket watching like I didn’t really see them Yeah!

Do you know I can see yah

These pagans ain’t on it, instead focus on your life, and stop watching,

talking about a next man

Hey, stop acting like a waste man, Oh No

These Niggas are Kevin Hart funny

Round here we tryna make this Arab money

Is it cus we popping & getting all the honeys?

Is that why you want to kill yourself!

Eh yah

I’m plotting I’m plotting

I’m sowing my seed and I’m buzzing

So stop it, allow it

Don’t wanna see my jiggas bussing

No No No, they didn’t wanna help us with no promo

Now they wanna know us cus we getting doh Oh Oh

But little do they know O O

Only fam, can’t come through and chill with man

Real Niggas with me & they will bang ang ang

You better mind yourself!

First, comes the money the problem I got the power

Plotting and shotting I got it up in my trousers

They don’t want no problem I turn up within the hour

Covering my head like I just came out the shower

Done years that I can’t get back

Learn to value what you got including your head back, you get that

All my Niggas letting the skengs bang in jet black

Got real hammers like West Ham, they end man (Pow)

Pick & choose, I’ll rather flip food

But if you got a problem, home visit, I can visit you

I supply machines for my little youths, they running through a brick or two

Serving on the corner, looking like a prostitute

When you locked up, remember who forgot you

And when they try holla back, straight fuck you

Pocket watching Niggas, stick up in your lane

You ain did the shit I did, me & you are not the sam

No No No, they didn’t wanna help us with no promo

Now they wanna know us cus we getting doh Oh Oh

But little do they know O O

Only fam, can’t come through and chill with man

Real Niggas with me & they will bang ang ang

You better mind yourself!

Money money paper, boom bye to a hater (Boom Bye)

Bring it out like Luckey with his lightsaber

Gunning like a skater now they want to show love

But, this love can’t get any faker

They baffed cus I make bread & I still risk it all

Just the other day, heard man crying on the call

Been making bread & I didn’t finish school

Investments overseas, you man are still thinking this is small

You don’t wanna know me, then keep it that way

Feds asks me names, I ain’t got the answers like Sway

Ask me why I’m blessed?

Because I pray

Nothing came new, been jumping out broad day

They got majority of my dargs' in the can

But money affi make, cus getting rich is the plan

You man are selling dreams, only rich on the gram

Flew out for a week, had to work for my tan, Pussy

No No No, they didn’t wanna help us with no promo

Now they wanna know us cus we getting doh Oh Oh

But little do they know O O

Only fam, can’t come through and chill with man

Real Niggas with me & they will bang ang ang

You better mind yourself!