Meek Mill Problem Lyrics


Problem by Meek Mill

[Intro] Static, it's gon' be, it's gon' be static for sure Cause what, what the rap audience ain't ready for is a real person You know what I wanna say, a real N-I-G-G-A I'm coming out, I'm 100% real I ain't compromising nathing Anybody that talk about me got problems So, anybody that try to take away the Chasers' money as a whole, they got a problem We gon' suffocate

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Fresh off the boat, it ain't no stretch on the coat We made that money, that money don't make us We finna go get it like it was the first And niggas is hurt, they say it's a drought and these bitches is thirsty Then they make an excuse Cause we still up and lit like it's sunny at church Blowing a roll, I got it back, I was down in the O All us ready to go Niggas say that they hot like the top of the stove Blooded down at my shows, Christian Louboutina Look how I switch that new designer, I made my bitches Saint Laurenta Hold up, welcome home to Chapo, glad to see you back out Since you been on lockdown, we been in the crack drop Banana prices back down, we up in the trap house Yeah, fuck the blooded money like a scammer Tell them bitches that I'm going Hammer

[Hook: Tdot Illdude] It's looking like we got a problem now It's looking like we got a problem now It's looking like we got a problem now It's looking like we got a problem now We put in that work and y'all calling now We put in that work and y'all calling now It's looking like we got a problem now It's looking like we got a problem now

[Verse 2: Meek Mill] Uh, pull up to Diddy and load up the dirty, so we can go put in some work Be with them killers and hang with the hitters, you mention my name and get put on the shirt We get the car, we hitting your block Bend on that bitch, throw that shit in reverse Jump out the van with the drum on the Glock Chasing them down, if you trip, you get murked Woo, whipping the white with the soda Fucking them over I'm fucking with Hova I jump out the Phantom, I'm sipping the Fanta I bought that new Bentley, and I flooded the Rollie All of these niggas know me, all of these bitches, they know I'm O.G Come to my city, you know we O.D Toting, I see me no rolling on me She got all this ass out, I got all this cash out I'm a fuck your girl like I love her in my glass house She gon' cut you off, nigga, I tell her to never fuck you raw, nigga Put a sign on that pussy

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