Houston Got A Problem

Michael Watts, Chamillionaire Yea so rare so player so unfair Haha yea Hold up hold up, hold up hold up Yea yea Mi- Michael Watts, mi- Michael Watts Hold up I gotta problem, rich problem First I got the black card, then I got the black cars Then I got the mansion with the pool card in the backyard Then I heard these wack boy, talkin alla that noise Like they can't respect is cause I did it all with rap boys Houston got a problem, I think that houston got a problem But if we don't then let me know Houston got a problem, I think that houston got a problem And if we do I'm ready to go Ask around that texas I'm the hardest rapper breathing These other boys just watch me and bite me like they teething It's a couple of them that I'l say that they can see him I'm too camouflaged for all these boys I stay fatiguing Everybody jacking, everybody swagga thieving Feel em reachin in the pocket that I keep my keys in Keep a car full of harpoons just for that reason See me car pullin better not come in the deep end Uh, out on the balcony I'm cautious I look down on the earth it's true this view will make you nauseus Uh, and yea I only roll with bosses that be so heated up that they don't even know what frost is Uh, I couldn't tell you what the cost is I put the purchase on and never leave out with the boxes Uh, and I'm the poster child for profit I'm runnin laps I paper chase and never get exhausted Oh shh Yea I'm still the rapper that they love ta hate I still eliminate your woman like elima-date Anybody that ain't me is prolly feelin fake My ben franklins like women so my money straight I'm gettin mail, told ya gal, that she better call Open my mail it was mailing my letter dog She wanna strip let her strip you should let her dog I have her spinnin round a pole like a teather ball Hold up Michael Watts, hit em with some chops Get in my way on the freeway I hit em with my drop If they don't know what time it is then hit em with the clock The biggest problem outta houston in your presence watch