Boi! Lyrics - Da Problem (how's My Rapping?) - Young Problemz

VERSE 1: 

Boy I got so many ways 

Ways to get paid 

Wake up everyday 

Money to be made 

Boppers know my name 

Boys know my face 

When I pass by, 

Bet ya girl wave (hey!) 

They feelin' my dougie 

Fresh like Dougie 

But not Dougie Fresh, 

Dougie D, I'm thuggin' 

And these boys are broadies 

Got this thang on me 

This the Chico 

Young Problemz Gang homie, 

Catch me at the club 

Girls show me love 

Boys dap me up 

Haters mean mug 

But I ain't even trippin' 

A playa steady pimpin' 

I don't need ya girl boy I got so many 

CHORUS: 

(Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK)) 

Ayy DJ play that girl song 

Put that song on 

If ya money ain't long 

Boy you betta gone 

x2 

VERSE 2: Mike Jones 

Ay boy I got so many ways 

Ways to get paid 

24 hours 

Money to be made 

I started off with nothing 

Now I'm platinum plaque made 

Back then they ain't want me 

Now they all up in my face 

I ball up in the club 

24s and up 

Yeah my Bentley big 

But girls still rub 

They trynna take me home 

Wanna be my cuddy buddy 

So I got a day and night 

Like Kid Cudi 

I swear she wanna love me 

She wanna fuck me 

I can take ya' girl away from you 

Boy trust me 

But I ain't even trippin' 

I said I ain't trippin' 

To much money on my mind to worry 'bout women (Boy) 

(Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK)) 

Say DJ play that girl song 

Put that song on 

If ya money ain't long 

Boy you betta gone 

VERSE 3: 

Ayy this the Justo, 

I got so many 

Ya'll got dimes 

But I got twenties 

When I hit the club 

All the girls say ye-ahh. 

Do it one time for the mo ayayya 

Justo a fool 

Look how I'm stuntin' 

Hit the club with a fine suga brown honey 

I got so many honeys I got so many guns 

I got so many hundreds you got so many ones 

I walk up in the club tell a hoe to give me a some 

And just because I'm stuntin' all the hoes gimme numbers (huh) 

Jump up in the whip the rims got so many inches 

I got so many hoes cause they know that I'm the business 

Dolla signs on my mind 

Got ya dime movin' Ds 

Waffa five, extra Gs, taking 9 out the keys 

'Ypnotized, 

Jewelery gang, 

Busta rhyme 

I ain't lyin 

I'mma shine 

I'mma grind 

'Till it's time 

Suicide 

Extra lamb like a gyro 

Wrap 'em like a egg roll 

Beat up out the taco 

Feed 'em to the octos 

Fully fully auto 

Shawty bout that good plate 

Fuck around next they be sleepin with a sting ray 

Jump ribbon ribbon figa feeds yas to the lizard 

Can chop you up like chicken liver 

Chop ya [?] I feed it to ya 

Gucci Mane so icy nigga 

Don't that sound familiar to ya 

Wish ya would fly cause fuck around around with choppas (so icy) 

(Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK)) 

Ayy DJ play that girl song 

Put that song on 

If ya money ain't long 

Boy you betta gone 

I say I got so many problems, 

A bitch ain't one 

So many revolvers 

So don't play dumb 

I got so many dreads momma you could pull work 

It's JM if you think I'm broke you're dumb 

That means that you're a dummy 

So don't say a thang 

I got so many homies 

Young Problemz Gang 

Boy I get so much hate 

'Cause I'm doing great 

Pocket full of cake 

Poppa don't play 

Man her lil' weight 

It's the boy J 

Diamonds in my face 

You boys diamonds fake 

What's the dame dealie 

You boys is silly 

Weezy wanna milli 

Your problems wanna billi