No Problem (feat. D. Blanco & Tel Money)

Che Che
Yeah

This Niggas wants no problem
Cus when I rolled up with my jiggas
dey be pocket watching like I didn't really see them Yeah!
do you know I can see yah? Eh

These pagans ain't on it, instead focus on your life,
and stop watching, talking about a next man
hey, stop acting like a waste man, Oh No

These Niggas are Kevin Hart funny
Round here we tryna make this Arab money
Is it cus we popping & getting all the honeys?
Is that why you want to kill yourself! Eh yah

I'm plotting I'm plotting
I'm sowing my seed and I'm buzzing
So stop it, allow it
Don't wanna see my jiggas bussing, like eh

No No No, they didn't wanna help us with no promo
Now they wanna know us cus we getting doh Oh Oh
But little do they know O O

Only fam, can't come through and chill with man
Real Niggas with me & they will bang ang ang
You better mind yourself!

First comes the money the problem I got the power
Plotting and shotting I got it up in my trousers
They don't want no problem I turn up within the hour
Covering my head like I just came out the shower

Done years that I can't get back
Learn to value what you got including your head back, you get that
All my Niggas letting the skengs bang in jet black
Got real hammers like West Ham, they end man (Pow)

Pick & choose, I'll rather flip food
But if you got a problem, home visit, I can visit you
I supply machines for my little youths,
they running through a brick or two
Serving on the corner, moving like a prostitute

When you locked up, remember who forgot you
And when they try holla back, straight fuck you
Pocket watching Niggas, stick up in your lane
You aint did the shit I did, me & you are not the same

No No No, they didn't wanna help us with no promo
Now they wanna know us cus we getting doh Oh Oh
But little do they know O O

Only fam, can't come through and chill with man
Real Niggas with me & they will bang ang ang
You better mind yourself!

Money money paper, boom bye to a hater (Boom Bye)
Bring it out like Luckey with his lightsaber
Gunning like a skater, now they want to show love
But, this love can't get any faker

They baffed cus I make bread & I still risk it all
Just the other day, heard man crying on the call
Been making bread & I didn't finish school
Investments overseas, you man are still thinking this is small

You don't wanna know me, then keep it that way
Feds asks me names, I ain't got the answers like Sway
Ask me why I'm blessed? Because I pray
Nothing came new, been jumping out broad day

They got majority of my dargs' in the can
But money affi make, cus getting rich is the plan
You man are selling dreams, only rich on the gram
Flew out for a week, had to work for my tan,
Pussy

No No No, they didn't wanna help us with no promo
Now they wanna know us cus we getting doh Oh Oh
But little do they know O O

Only fam, can't come through and chill with man
Real Niggas with me & they will bang ang ang
You better mind yourself!



Credits
Writer(s): Ezekiel Oyewole, Kayode Komolafe
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