Problem

Lyrics

[Intro] Hahaha, hahah Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Kenn double N's bitch) [Chorus] Ridin' through your hood in a motherfuckin' Maybach If you want some money motherfucker, just say that In and out of functions, 5K, I'll take that I be with the bad bitches, you be where the jakes at Pull up to the party five deep, I'm with bad bitches Put me on the jet, these a type you never had Whole team gettin' money, I could never be a sad bitch I don't want the son, please, point me to the dad, bitch (Dad, bitch) [Verse 1] I want Chanel swag (I want Chanel swag) Don't say Gabbana, Gucci, Boohoo, YSL bags (YSL bags) Thesе bitches wanna fight, well, I'm catchin' flights At first sight, her nigga likе Bad bitch popped out at night You a mad bitch who like to type Nigga (Nigga), what is you doin'? (What is you doin'?) Nigga (Nigga) how much you movin'? (How much you movin'?) Keep me dipped in diamonds, baby, how we do it (How we do it) And tell them hatin' ass hoes, they can move it (Oh, they can move it) I don't kick it with these bitches, I just try to keep my distance Get him for his money bitch, listen, Linda, listen Loud on the 'Gram, but in person bitches whisperin' Sexy problem child, all the niggas wanna lick me [Chorus] Ridin' through your hood in a motherfuckin' Maybach If you want some money motherfucker, just say that In and out of functions, 5K, I'll take that I be with the bad bitches, you be where the jakes at Pull up to the party five deep, I'm with bad bitches Put me on the jet, these a type you never had Whole team gettin' money, I could never be a sad bitch I don't want the son, please, point me to the dad, bitch (Dad, bitch) [Verse 2] Bitch, I'm a problem (Bitch, I'm a problem) None of these hoes could solve (Uh-huh) When I'm with her nigga, he takin' me to the mall (Cha-ching) Me kissin' him like the princess kissin' the frog Don't know shit 'bout no sports but the best when it come to ball I stay at his crib and I ain't talkin' 'bout no baby bed (No baby bed) Bitch, I be with him give two fucks what his lady said (No fucks) I'm runnin' laps around they lazy ass I'm finna leave, where you goin' with yo crazy ass? Sis', he give me Gucci and Prada He give you oop and no dollar Neck so cold like popped collar What I do they gon' follow I got the face of a model And to be honest? Y'all borin' me Be like, "Why Kenn ignorin' me?" [Chorus] Ridin' through your hood in a motherfuckin' Maybach If you want some money motherfucker, just say that In and out of functions, 5K, I'll take that I be with the bad bitches, you be where the jakes at Pull up to the party five deep, I'm with bad bitches Put me on the jet, these a type you never had Whole team gettin' money, I could never be a sad bitch I don't want the son, please, point me to the dad, bitch (Dad, bitch)