Ain't Fuh Me - Problem, YOU

I don’t get involved with the shit

Stay calm through the storm the revolver I’ll flip

Money come by the bags and won’t fit in the clip

Wet flows on ten toes, I’m too wavy to slip

Let a hoe be a hoe, I don’t baby a bitch

I’m ownin my shit, that’s clear as the tequila I sip

Life’s funny as these marks that act hood now

Hey Joe, hit this J, put that backwood down

Chach pimp in this game like when that Lac pull 'round (biatch!)

Get outta pocket it’s over

Centennial high nigga had a a bad one in Culver (on God)

She only like to fuck, she ain’t like when I hold her (true)

Imma bang her ass out and send her back to her man

Washed off, got dressed and got back to the plan

And that’s for gettin' at me

Get the money nigga, cause anything else ain’t fuh me nigga

Me I’m kinda simple I ain’t complex

Bitch nigga miss me with the mind flex

'Cause if its fuck me then its fuck you

Pray that you take that outta context

Baby making turkey bacon with the omelette

Baby tappin' out, I ain’t even come yet

High off life, weed ain’t even hit the lungs yet

A nigga feelin like a nigga bout to run shit (on God!)

Track shoes laced up

Street money, really never had a pay stub

I’m too 100 I can’t fake love

All my bitches think I’m crackin' bruh that ain’t love

I’m just doin' me what they hatin' for?

Just closed a new deal they’ll be hating more

It ain’t nothin worse than to lose a bitch round

Don’t believe me, ask Chris Brown

Hold your head up, my young get cracking

You young and you active, you bangin', it’s braccin' (I see you)

But a lot come along with that lifestyle

But you can make your rights right, right now

Get the money nigga, cause anything else ain’t fuh me nigga

Get the money nigga, cause anything else ain’t fuh me nigga