Problems Lyrics - Migos

I been balling 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 in YSL, these young niggas got problems 

They can't see me with that wooly, they gon swear it's a problem 

I'm gon slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems 

OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem? 

Imma wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey 

Imma sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen 

Ain't no cypher, no no wrestler, but I'm wrapping in midget 

And I'm master selling them P's, now my money no limit 

I got my bed up, I shed 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 buy us 

You bitches just know it's too hard to get by us 

I'm not advertising 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 get it 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 rocking since the first day 

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I see you walking with that sack, Imma take it like Debo 

Me and Thug in the alleyway, we hit em up below 

If you tell on my partner DMingo Imma shoot you like free throw 

Run up on my brother Takeoff, Imma whoop you like Rico 

Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga 

My nigga keep pistols grenades and missiles 

My diamonds they cold as icicles I'm trapping and making a deal like a pickle 

I am the nigga you want to be 

My diamonds they black just like Willie B 

Niggas in the hood they know me 

I walk around with the set, no army 

Porsche Panamera, one button, top gone 

All these bad bitches, Spanish hoes, Hong Kong 

Plug hit my phone (Brrt) I just need a zone 

Birds singing like harmony but I don't need a bone 

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Choppers and uzis, you talking, we're shooting 

I'm moving my squad and my family, ain't no recruiting 

I do what I do, you know I keep it true 

Without throwing on true, your religion is fool 

Old ass money but the whip brand new 

On brand new shoes, got brand new jewels 

Whipping that Yayo, looking like mayo 

It come from Barbados, my wrist is tornado 

I kick it like Kato, hundred round drums 

Walking with bombs, serving the junkies they asking for crumbs 

And it ain't no problem, got that revolver 

Think you a problem, I got to solve you 

We ducking police like we felons 

Put two hundred on your watermelon 

That's your head, or cerebellum 

These fuck niggas fake niggas know that they telling 

Them tickets them pigeons, you know that I sell them 

My migo, he hit me, you know that I mail him 

If Thug want a pack you know Imma let him 

These fuck niggas ain't special