No Problems

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y] Chea You could get got on the spot Shot in the club parking lot from the AK I'm shootin' 'till the trigger get hot, ahh Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers please, 'cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] Yeah, niggas know the lil' dog, bouncin' in the big 'Lac No I'm not Lil Scrappy, but I gotta lil' scrap, aye Hulk Hogan and you're face down on the mat Milk carton niggas, have 'em wonderin' where you at Kidnap, nap the kids, find the bitch, split her wig She'll be in a cardboard box, underneath a bridge Right where the bums live One bitch, one night Have her fuckin' all my friends while I'm watchin' bar fights One might, say that I'm a little conceited, plastic bags on my feet to keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah In high school I was hated by my teachers 'cause we had the same car but mines had more features [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Chea You could get got on the spot Shot in the club parking lot from the AK I'm shootin' 'till the trigger get hot, ahh Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers please, 'cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka [Verse 2: Mack Maine] See when my enemies came, nigga I ain't never fled I kept a bone crusher on me, I wasn't never scared My clique, all real niggas, we never hoes Make sure your chest stay open like we never close (Young Money!) Matter fact, we'll put ya behind, we never close And if they find out where ya at, nigga we never told It's all platinum, we never gold See, nickel bags is something we never sold See a snitch, nigga, he better roll Money in stacks, it never fold I don't give head to my loot, but I got cheddar to blow I don't give away shit, but I got cheddar to show Try to jack some and watch I beretta ya throat Niggas went from coppin' Jettas to boats, from pushin' boats to 'copters Gettin' off, hoppin' straight in a Boxter Got a pretty red thing that keep her face in my boxers And I don't take red to Red Lobster, nigga holla! Yeah [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Chea You could get got on the spot Shot in the club parking lot from the AK I'm shootin' 'till the trigger get hot, ahh Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers please, 'cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka (Put the house up!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] You don't wan' be out in the streets Mouth full of blood and a soul full of heat A house full of thugs and the orders of me, like don't leave 'till you get all of the keys Hat full of holes and ya blood on my sneaks, like these is 650, ya blood too cheap Me, I'm from New Orleans where we hustle in the heat And enough work'll have the cops hustlin' for me, shit Little city but ain't nothin' here for free, I'ma uptown nigga, put my money by my teeth, yeah And it's magic whenever I hear the beat But give me a hundred keys. y'all a never hear from me, shit Young Money and the leverage is deep, I am better than I ever been, that other shit was weak Fuck making it in the industry, I made it in the streets Now my eyes is arms and I'm takin' what I see nigga [Chorus: Lil Wayne & Boo] Chea You could get got on the spot Shot in the club parking lot from the AK I'm shootin' 'till the trigger get hot, ahh Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers please, 'cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh [Verse 4: Boo] It ain't a secret I hold heaters, roll reefer Everyday I'm walkin' in new sneakers Sunk in that two-seated Aston, and Hamilton blastin', niggas tryna hate but I clip 'em off like ashes (ashes) Check my swag, young cocky and flashy And look how I glittered my arm and glittered my charm Nigga, I'm right here when the drama pop off Niggas better run to mama when them llama's pop off See my connect in the Bahamas steady tryna hate Before I hit 'em with the 8, I'ma tell him to his face: "Nigga, you a chump. I ain't need you no way You is the little man, wasn't feedin' me no way" haha [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Chea You could get got on the spot Shot in the club parking lot from the AK I'm shootin' 'till the trigger get hot, ahh Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!) Don't come with no revolvers please, 'cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka