Lyrics

[Hook:] Nigga, that's on mammas, on mammas Nigga, I be counting hunnits, hunnits Then they said they want problems, problems I don't think they really want it, want it [Verse 1:] (Show Banga) This the shit that wake the neighbors up, every day I be baking up Need the head when I'm waking up, yeah, it's time to get a nut You little lames, we get rid of ya, take a seat, nigga, settle down Young Cali hot boy, young President Barack boy Can't stop, won't stop, boy, taking off, it's time to blow Try to shine like a pot of gold, money called and I got to go Gettin paid I got a show, you know Show we finta turn it out We the niggas ya'll should learn about, better be concerned about Paper boy on a paper route, I'm from where they don't make it out Young, wild and ignorant, you know all my nigga's militant Favorite boy like an immigrant, they can see his window tint I be high, I be hella bent, to a broke bitch I'm celibate [Hook:] Nigga, that's on mammas, on mammas Nigga, I be counting hunnits, hunnits Then they said they want problems, problems I don't think they really want it, want it Nigga, that's on mammas, on mammas Nigga, I be counting hunnits, hunnits Then they said they want problems, problems I don't think they really want it, want it [Verse 2:] (Problem) Too real can't make this up She don't smoke, I'm a make her puff Move pounds of the Laker stuff Pills you don't take enough, green backs, you don't make enough Servin shake, yeah, you quaking up About to leave, rake it up, square diced, see you shaken up Hell gang, niggas papered up, and I ain't talking note book I flow like when the coke cook, feeling wavy like the boat shook Where my real riders at, Chanel chain and a tiger hat 2XL nigga I will body bag, no lie, check the polygraph On a molly wrath, I fucked his bitch, yeah, he probably mad Its a wrap like a body cast, everybody dead Keep grinding till every nigga in my squad, he fed My bitches baby kicking, they karate hands We done gettin work off, no pilate here [Hook:] Nigga, that's on mammas, on mammas Nigga, I be counting hunnits, hunnits Then they said they want problems, problems I don't think they really want it, want it Nigga, that's on mammas, on mammas Nigga, I be counting hunnits, hunnits Then they said they want problems, problems I don't think they really want it, want it [Verse 3:] (Iamsu) I be in the Bay though, on bread like mayo Cause I'm always on the jayo, you soft like Play-doh And me I'm hard body, hard body Better stay out of my way, though Please keep it dumb real, feeling just like the one feel Hungry, I ain't had one meal and I keep it dumb trill All these niggas signing record deals Seeing me I need two mills But I ain't even signed yet, all you niggas smoking dime sacks You ain't hard, where your line at? See my shit gettin turnt up Cali weed gettin burnt up Man, I thought you would've learned, bruh Man we ain't finta fall off, top suite at the Waldorf Say its beef it gets called off, better pay attention I'm the one you should mention Gold chain it be glistening, huh [Outro:] Nigga, that's on mammas