Songtext No problem Robb Banks

No problem

And yes, I'm lovin' these hoes, for me, that ain't no problem
Money long, you know the next sentence that come behind it, ayy
You know what they say? It ain't trickin' if you pfft, right?
Told her, "Give me a kiss," she put the whole thing in her mouth, right?
Run that, run that shit back
You are now listening to Tha Leak 3

Yeah, baby face, no problem, lace, no problem
No limit on my car like I be ridin' 'round wit' Kyro, ayy
Animal, monster wit' a MVP roster
Bitch came talkin' Slavic and left speakin' Patois, ayy
God body, one don dada, top shotta, nigga
Everythin' be bust, drinkin' on 'Tuss wit' my dawgs, wit' my crew
She said, "I miss us," bitch, I don't even 'member you
Bet no bitch ever try to play me like I'm the Bugaboo
F-fuck that, find me in the mineral bath
I'm the grain in the sand, she got a crystal up her ass, ayy
Fully jet-lagged, airplane food, Air France, all first class
I woke up dreamin' 'bout makin' you mad, bitch
Maybach-iavelli, uh, loyal to too many
Ask them lil' bitty bitches, they gon' tell you I ain't trickin'
They gon' tell you I don't miss and they gon' tell you I'm that nigga
And they gon' tell you, "You ain't shit"
And you gon' feel hit drivin' home later, nigga

And yes, I'm lovin' these hoes, for me, that ain't no problem
Money long, you know the next sentence that come behind it, ayy
You know what they say? It ain't trickin' if you pfft, right?
Told her, "Give me a kiss," she put the whole thing in her mouth, right?
Yes, l'm lovin' these hoes, for me that ain't no problem
Money long, you know the next sentence that come behind it, ayy
You know what they say? It ain't trickin' if you pfft, right?
Told her, "Give me a kiss," this bitch start lickin' on my watches, mwah