This beat is so, so mature.

Call it how you want to call it, I just call it real.

And I just call it how I see it, that's just what it is.

Keep that shit 1000, I always kept it real.

Tryna make them ears meet, while I make a meal.

My bitch hit me up, she got a problem with me.

I hit that bitch back, told her ass to solve it with me.

But if that pussy good, then we can solve it quickly.

And all my niggas from the hood, that's who ballin' with me.

150 on the dash, when I ride past.

Finesse you at the check, then I take the cash.

Been a real nigga, doin' real shit.

Niggas swear they on, I hit your kill switch.

I got a problem with my bitch, I gotta get her up.

I got a problem with these whips, I gotta switch it up.

I got a problem with my wrist, I gotta whip it up.

I got a problem with these m's, I can't yell enough.

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem.

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

I'm payin' violence, I'm twistin' That booty, I'm grippin'

That money, I flip it, I flip it, I flip it That farm, I whip it

Got a problem with women And they feelin's, they feelin's, they feelin's, they feelin's

Look, I'm in love with big checks I'm in love with good sex

I'm in love with my wrist Bought this ass a Rolex

Popped the bottles for snacks Switched the floor up with snacks

Switched the whoop up with snacks

Goddamn, I'm in the strip club again Strip pole in my den

Strip a girl as a friend And I be fuckin' her friends

Couple thousand on chains Couple thousand on coats

One day I'll complain About spendin' millions on boats, nigga

I got a problem with my bitch I gotta get her up

I got a problem with these whips I gotta switch it up

I got a problem with my wrists I gotta whip it up

I got a problem with the Ms I can't get enough

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

Hey, I got problems, I need rehab, why this fucking ice?

I'm addicted I can't help it, man, I need advice

Buying belts and fucking strippers, that's the shit I like

So if you're looking for a man, I ain't the husband type

I'd rather keep it kosher, fuck you and you be a friend

Make yourself at home, baby, just don't touch my friends

Don't wanna meet your family or babysit your kids

Heard you been real shit, that's just how it is

I'm married to the money, and I can't break the vows

Being unfaithful to the cash, that ain't my style

And blowing money on pussies, it's not allowed

Cross the line, I'll blow the whistle, hold you out of bounds

I got a problem with my bitch, I gotta get her up

I got a problem with these whips, I gotta switch it up

I got a problem with my wrist, I gotta whip it up

I got a problem with the M's, I can't deal enough

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem

I got a problem, got a problem, got a problem