[Chorus]
I been ballin' so long, but I don’t want no problems
Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems
Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems
I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems
Pullin up on YSL, these young n***as got problems
They can’t beat me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem
I’ma slide down your hood when you and your girl havin' problems
OG bag ‘pose to be in, what the world is the problem?

[Verse 1]
I'ma wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey
I'ma sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen
Ain’t no cypher nor no wrestler, but a rappin' invention
And I'm master selling them P’s, now my money no limit
I got my bread up, no, shut up, don’t let up
No police, I’m fed up, they cannot forget us
I got your schedule, I fuck up your schedule
I shoot at your head, your dreads, they dye us
These bitches just know it’s too hard to get by us
I’m not advertisin' but boy you can try us
I sang to your bitch and she call me Mariah
I see and read everything 'round me but bibles
Bugatti I swear, I’m not gonna hurt anybody, I swear
I’m not gonna tell anybody
Just take this molly and stand right beside me
I’m with PeeWee Longway
You know every day a long day
You know I’m not Kanye, but I been rockin' since the first day
[Chorus]
I been ballin' so long, but I don’t want no problems
Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems
Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems
I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems
Pullin up on YSL, these young n***as got problems
They can’t beat me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem
I’ma slide down your hood when you and your girl havin' problems
OG bag ‘pose to be in, what the world is the problem?

[Verse 2]
Pull up in that new coupe then drop the roof (Woo)
Take your boo and then attend to her like a boo
She love my dirty drawers even though I'm a crew
I love her even though I know lil' mama's swoo
Cop a Rollie then I Kawasaki ride a bike (Bitch)
Keep a pint, I'ma throw you my bro he white, he white
You not on my level, cause I, I done got my straddles up
Woke up with a nice, bad bitch inside my bed like fuck
Aye, I'ma trip across and stick 'em up
Don't play

[Chorus]
I been ballin' so long, but I don’t want no problems
Keep that FN in reach, but I don’t want no problems
Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don’t want no problems
I know every lock on Slauson, but I don’t want no problems
Pullin up on YSL, these young n***as got problems
They can’t beat me with that wooly, they gon' swear it’s a problem
I’ma slide down your hood when you and your girl havin' problems
OG bag ‘pose to be in, what the world is the problem?