No Problems

Mack Maine, Curren$y, Lil Wayne, Boo

Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers please
‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka
Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah

Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog
Bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac
No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but
I gotta lil’ scrap, aye
Hulk Hogan and you’re face down on the mat
Milk carton niggas
Have ‘em wonderin’ where you at
Kidnap, nap the kids, find the bitch
Split her wig she’ll be in a cardboard box
Underneath a bridge
Right where the bums live
One bitch, one night
Have her fuckin’ all my friends
While I’m watchin’ bar fights
One might, say that i’m a little conceited
Plastic bags on my feet
To keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah
In high school I was hated
By my teachers ‘cause we
Had the same car but mines had more features

Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers please
‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka

See when my enemies came
Nigga I ain’t never fled
I kept a bone crusher on me
I wasn’t never scared
My clique, all real niggas, we never hoes
Make sure your chest stay open
Like we never close (Young Money)
Matter fact, we’ll put ya behind
We never close
And if they find out where ya at
Nigga we never told
It’s all platinum, we never gold
See, nickel bags is something we never sold
See a snitch, nigga, he better roll
Money in stacks, it never fold
I don’t give head to my loot
But I got cheddar to blow
I don’t give away shit
But I got cheddar to show
Try to jack some and watch
I beretta ya throat
Niggas went from coppin’ Jettas to boats
From pushin’ boats to ‘copters
Gettin’ off, hoppin’ straight in a Boxter
Got a pretty red thing that keep
Her face in my boxers
And I don’t take red to Red Lobster
Nigga holla! Yeah
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers please
‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka
(Put the house up)

You don’t wan’ be out in the streets
Mouth full of blood and a soul full of heat
A house full of thugs and the orders of me
Like don’t leave ‘till you get
All of the keys
Hat full of holes and ya blood on
My sneaks, like these is 650
Ya blood too cheap
Me, I’m from New Orleans where
We hustle in the heat
And enough work’ll have the
Cops hustlin’ for me, shit
Little city but ain’t nothin’ here for free
I’ma uptown nigga, put my money by my teeth
Yeah and it’s magic whenever I hear the beat
But give me a hundred keys y’all
A never hear from me, shit
Young Money and the leverage is deep, I
Am better than I ever been
That other shit was weak
Fuck making it in the industry
I made it in the streets
Now my eyes is arms and I’m
Takin’ what I see nigga

Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers please
‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka
Uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh

It ain’t a secret I hold heaters, roll reefer
Everyday I’m walkin’ in new sneakers
Sunk in that two-seated Aston
And Hamilton blastin’
Niggas tryna hate but I clip
‘em off like ashes (ashes)
Check my swag, young cocky and flashy
And look how I glittered my
Arm and glittered my charm
Nigga, I’m right here when the drama pop off
Niggas better run to mama when
Them llama’s pop off see my connect in the
Bahamas steady tryna hate
Before I hit ‘em with the 8
I’ma tell him to his face:
"Nigga, you a chump i ain’t need you no way
You is the little man
Wasn’t feedin’ me no way" haha

Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers please
‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka

Curiosidades sobre la música No Problems del Young Money

¿Cuándo fue lanzada la canción “No Problems” por Young Money?
La canción No Problems fue lanzada en 2005, en el álbum “Young Money: The Mixtape, Vol. 1”.
¿Quién compuso la canción “No Problems” de Young Money?
La canción “No Problems” de Young Money fue compuesta por Mack Maine, Curren$y, Lil Wayne, Boo.

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