Become A Problem
My wrist
My neck
My ears
My shades
Everything ice
Everything ice
This brick
It stepped
It gotta sweet taste
It bark like it bites
My whip
It red
Lets have a street race
Tint dark like the night
For pinks
Lets bet
You'll eat my paint
Your chick can decide
On the block
I'm hustling
Put my city on
No fumbling
Seen the doc
Now I'm mumbling
Pill's got me dizzy
When under them
Counting up racks
I pay no tax
Waving no straps
I conceal that
Crack be so good
You gon' relapse
Got a bloody nose
Where's the tampax
Yeah!
I'm on one
Cocaine, Xanax & a blonde one
Yeah!
I'm on one
Fucking this bitch, no condom
Yeah!
A million
Reasons to become a problem
Cash!
You want some?
Airplane dropping them bricks son
I'ma get rich
Moving these bricks
I'ma get rich
Buy courtside ticks
I'ma get rich
Buy my bitch some tits
I'ma get rich
Mr steal yo bitch
I'ma get rich
Buy me a new whip
I'ma get rich
Crib fit for a prince
I'ma get rich
Buy them pants with rips
I'ma get rich
Go on fancy trips
My wrist
My neck
My ears
My shades
Everything ice
Everything ice
This brick
It stepped
It gotta sweet taste
It bark like it bites
My whip
It red
Lets have a street race
Tint dark like the night
For pinks
Lets bet
You'll eat my paint
Your chick can decide
Elliante my wrist
Drop a 100 bands
Been about a bitch who know her math
Dior with the straps
No timberlands
Cops kick in the door
I'm off in a flash
I'm off with the stash
A duffle bag of cash
Guns go in the bleach
Throw a hit on the rat
The next flight out
I'm flying private class
Got a face change
When the jet lands
Living a life
Always on the edge
One day I'm selling rock out the trench
The next day
I got bottle service in the stretch
Got wock from poland
Check my breath
I ain't living broke
I'll cook up that rock
I'll wear a fur coat
Run up in your spot
Born in the street
Brother got knocked
Talk is real cheap
My glock always cocked
My wrist
My neck
My ears
My shades
Everything ice
Everything ice
This brick
It stepped
It gotta sweet taste
It bark like it bites
My whip
It red
Lets have a street race
Tint dark like the night
For pinks
Lets bet
You'll eat my paint
Your chick can decide
My neck
My ears
My shades
Everything ice
Everything ice
This brick
It stepped
It gotta sweet taste
It bark like it bites
My whip
It red
Lets have a street race
Tint dark like the night
For pinks
Lets bet
You'll eat my paint
Your chick can decide
On the block
I'm hustling
Put my city on
No fumbling
Seen the doc
Now I'm mumbling
Pill's got me dizzy
When under them
Counting up racks
I pay no tax
Waving no straps
I conceal that
Crack be so good
You gon' relapse
Got a bloody nose
Where's the tampax
Yeah!
I'm on one
Cocaine, Xanax & a blonde one
Yeah!
I'm on one
Fucking this bitch, no condom
Yeah!
A million
Reasons to become a problem
Cash!
You want some?
Airplane dropping them bricks son
I'ma get rich
Moving these bricks
I'ma get rich
Buy courtside ticks
I'ma get rich
Buy my bitch some tits
I'ma get rich
Mr steal yo bitch
I'ma get rich
Buy me a new whip
I'ma get rich
Crib fit for a prince
I'ma get rich
Buy them pants with rips
I'ma get rich
Go on fancy trips
My wrist
My neck
My ears
My shades
Everything ice
Everything ice
This brick
It stepped
It gotta sweet taste
It bark like it bites
My whip
It red
Lets have a street race
Tint dark like the night
For pinks
Lets bet
You'll eat my paint
Your chick can decide
Elliante my wrist
Drop a 100 bands
Been about a bitch who know her math
Dior with the straps
No timberlands
Cops kick in the door
I'm off in a flash
I'm off with the stash
A duffle bag of cash
Guns go in the bleach
Throw a hit on the rat
The next flight out
I'm flying private class
Got a face change
When the jet lands
Living a life
Always on the edge
One day I'm selling rock out the trench
The next day
I got bottle service in the stretch
Got wock from poland
Check my breath
I ain't living broke
I'll cook up that rock
I'll wear a fur coat
Run up in your spot
Born in the street
Brother got knocked
Talk is real cheap
My glock always cocked
My wrist
My neck
My ears
My shades
Everything ice
Everything ice
This brick
It stepped
It gotta sweet taste
It bark like it bites
My whip
It red
Lets have a street race
Tint dark like the night
For pinks
Lets bet
You'll eat my paint
Your chick can decide
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Writer(s): Trey Morgan
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