Lyrics No Problem - Plug Reexe

You don't want a problem
Bitch I'm getting dollars
How my brothers turn to bitches like Juwanna
On my momma
I just stepped out the house in some f- what you call 'em
Beat the pussy up, mortal kombat, peep this combo
Now I'm back in the whip, high like a G6
Damn, you don't got no cheese, why'd you cuff a cheap bitch
Been up all night, I wasn't tired
Never getting sleep, shit
I'm just playing with yo mind
Be floating in some deep shit
I don't trust nobody else, I only trust myself
I don't do repairs but that tool under my belt
I can't even stress, smokin' pressure, head finna melt
Bad bitches in the club, hella tens ay
Bitch, bring her fine friends in the benz ay
Post up at a beach house, San Clemente
Fuck an essay, I'm writing down my thoughts about that crusade
Bitch made probably doin' what his bitch say
I just made two thousand, it's a good day
Bitch know I'm a dog, big dog, might be a great dane
Only be one call when everything fucking fall down
I don't give a fuck that chopper clap if you talk down
I keep hundred dollar bills in my pockets when I walk down
Tryna feel the breeze in the air I drop the top down

Yeah, bitch I drop the top down
Smokin' on some gas cause it really help me calm down
Whippin' in a benz, kinda feeling like the boss now
Getting to these bands, don't care bout what that shit cost now
Ima bag chaser
I ain't no fuckin' rapper
Ima businessman
Bitch know I got status
Foreign whips in the cut, this shit ain't automatic
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches cause they too dramatic
She don't tell me what she want, she know I'll let her have it
And when she have it she don't got no words to be dramatic
I'm back at it like a mo'fuckin crack addict
Don't get mad at me, tryna get rid of my bad habits
I'm well managed, momma told me I'm real charismatic
Told her "ain't you glad I cut you off?" It'd be a disaster
Dark times got me thinkin' bout my situation
Gotta focus on the trip, worry less bout the destination
I don't know if what I'm seeing is real, I might be hallucinating
Fuck it, I'ma roll the dice, I trust my speculation
Place all your bets on me, I won't disappoint
And I'm riding with a fuckin' chopper not no hi-point
I'm just steady getting to this bread, finna roll a joint
Laid back, bitch fell in love with my energy
No take backs, if you talkin' shit then you my enemy
Sneak dissin', do any of that you ain't no friend to me
Quit playin', I'd rather chase bands than chase memories
I moved on from it, didn't forget the shit you said to me
New bottle, pop the top off I feel like Kennedy
Said she like the way I make sounds in it just like a symphony
Bro you better keep yo bitch by yo side, she be feelin' me
Sayin' I ain't got no bands, is you kidding me
Brodie fanned out like why he tryna take a pic with me
Grown ass man, I'll put dick in yo bitch kidney
Euphoric, I need be a white bitch like Sydney
Go crazy, I need me a bad bitch like Kimmy
Hey, I don't really need it but I kinda want it
I just need the bread and the tree, I'll be all good
Spark another blunt, and Ima face it till it's all gone
Load another beat and Ima spaz until it's all done
Plug Reexe so fly like a jet, he the top gun
I been getting jiggy, bitches thinkin' that I'm on some
It ain't nun' for me to get on yo head if you want some
It ain't nun' for me to pull it out if you want pop some
I got future millions in my vault but it's my fault that I ain't drop none
I been taking all my time, It ain't no rush

Ease up 'round the corner, it ain't no rush