Problem

[Intro] Okay, okay, so, YSL We're YSL AKA private flight gang, you know? Yeah, man, we're the private flight gang, you know? Join in bitch [Chorus] Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might fuck her but boy that's your problem Gettin' extorted, then boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that's my problem (Bling bloaw) Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada [Verse 1] In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin' I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin' I done took off on a boot now I’m Paris Hilton dancing' And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking GRAMMY Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud Sticky white birds, call 'em doves Implants up under my girls Please no-no fallin' in love, no (Never) I'm runnin' round with a bitch, mouth 'bout thick as a cup Meanwhile, they hatin', I done spent me some dubs And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug Gettin' money of course Blatt! Cookin' white like the Porsches Shout out to Nelly Air Forces Hop in that ‘Ghini ran right on your porch Hop out like motherfuck the doors Yeah, I'ma go 'head and free Offset, yeah, he a Migo (Free Offset, nigga) [Chorus] Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy, that's your problem I might fuck her but boy that's your problem Gettin' distorted lil' boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that's my problem Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada [Verse 2] Damn, we gon' try you in these streets We don't G her with no sheets How long ago? 'Bout a week All my attires are neat All of her friends are unique I wanna fuck at least three Can I? (Yeah, sheesh) He playin'? I pop him like pop tarts I'ma demon, only see when dark I look like I got a Visa card Private flight gang, yeah, agree with us Dinosaur B's and some C's with us I like that cat bald like an eagle, bruh Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us Damn, it's Friday, I need angel dust I fuck that bitch if she starin' (Yeah) Pull up and hop out McLarens Don't say I won't cause that's darin' I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel [Chorus] Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil' nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These bitches come and go 'round and go 'round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might fuck up a boy that's your problem Gettin' extorted, lil' boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers, lil' bit', that's my problem Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' Prada [Outro] Yah, yeah Yah, yeah