No Problem (Remix)
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
Nah fuck that
I don't need no problem
Trina!
I ain't need no nigga for no paper, I'm a boss
Trying to control me with his money, I'm a motherfuckin boss
Can't get caught up with no broke nigga, excuses and problems
He was lookin for a bad bitch, ain't your fuckin mama
40 dollar ass, nigga broke down, man
Always need a fuckin lone, nigga, peddy ass nigga
You got too much bagage, with no pot to piss in
No money, no respect, don't expect me to listen
Respect you? respect who
Fuck you mean, when you ain't even know what respect do shit
I walk it like I talk it, niggas intimidated
How you want the baddest bitch when your pocket is frustrated, nigga
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come with a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come with a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
I can't be fuckin wit no niggas that be fuckin with no bitch
Cause my pussy way too good to let you put it in yo mix
With yo messy ass BM in my DM
Steady reaching bitch you tweakin'
Goin' live end that shit
Bitch go inside
Call yo nigga set him straight
Bitch you can't put me in my place
You ain't even on my level, this like dancin' with the devil
He ain't tell me shit about your ole stupid ass
I see you lurking on fake pages ole groupie ass
Please don't make me hurt yo feelings
Don't come at me as a woman
Bitch don't put me in yo business
Give no fuck about yo children
Split that pussy nigga lip
Kick him out hoe make a move
Cause bitch I ain't for playing games
But I ain't never played to lose
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come with a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come wit a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
Nah fuck that
I don't need yo problems
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
Nah fuck that
I don't need no problem
Trina!
I ain't need no nigga for no paper, I'm a boss
Trying to control me with his money, I'm a motherfuckin boss
Can't get caught up with no broke nigga, excuses and problems
He was lookin for a bad bitch, ain't your fuckin mama
40 dollar ass, nigga broke down, man
Always need a fuckin lone, nigga, peddy ass nigga
You got too much bagage, with no pot to piss in
No money, no respect, don't expect me to listen
Respect you? respect who
Fuck you mean, when you ain't even know what respect do shit
I walk it like I talk it, niggas intimidated
How you want the baddest bitch when your pocket is frustrated, nigga
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come with a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come with a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
I can't be fuckin wit no niggas that be fuckin with no bitch
Cause my pussy way too good to let you put it in yo mix
With yo messy ass BM in my DM
Steady reaching bitch you tweakin'
Goin' live end that shit
Bitch go inside
Call yo nigga set him straight
Bitch you can't put me in my place
You ain't even on my level, this like dancin' with the devil
He ain't tell me shit about your ole stupid ass
I see you lurking on fake pages ole groupie ass
Please don't make me hurt yo feelings
Don't come at me as a woman
Bitch don't put me in yo business
Give no fuck about yo children
Split that pussy nigga lip
Kick him out hoe make a move
Cause bitch I ain't for playing games
But I ain't never played to lose
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come with a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
You prolly got a bitch, come with a kid
Come wit a ring, come with a crib
And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy
Like let me get him
Need no nigga for no paper
Can you holla
Nigga I don't need yo problems nah fuck that
Nah fuck that
I don't need yo problems
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps, Chancelor Bennett
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