Problem - I'm Cool lyrics
[Problem - I'm Cool lyrics]
Mo' life, mo’ weed i see you lookin' at me
But, I'm out’cho league
I could tell how you move
But, you not my speed
Not sayin' less about you, it's more about me
So-
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?
'Cause if you ain't on that
You really gettin' laughed at
I'm on a fast track
And I'm not tryna flash back
To my crazy days, yeah, I had some crazy ways
It was a crazy phase, but, nigga
I got crazy paid
Woo, caught a few crazy fades
Though I’m still with the shit
Each day it fades
So much shit done changed, shit, mostly me
Drugs had me makin’ decisions emotionally
Allowin' motherfuckers to get too close to me
But now, a nigga like-
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?
Forever on that and I ain’t
Buyin' how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga
Bro, little nigga bang back
My mind different
I’m listenin' more, talkin' less
Ain't focused on L's, I'm talkin' best
I'm talkin' wins
I'm speakin' wins into existence
Thank God for his persistence huh
But, I was lettin' him down, now-
Fuck where that ass at?
'Cause, baby girl, we past that
You ain't mine, so why would I even ask that?
I'm on a fast track
You still tryna flash back
You reminiscin' about ass smacks in public
Tellin' me to stop, knowin' that you love it
I liked it too but a nigga like to hustle
More than I'm likin' you
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Forever on that and I ain't
Buyin' how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga
And I might go over your head
You need money stacked to sit tall as my leg
Changed my hidin' spot, it was under my bed
Now right there is that thang
That'll blow off your head
And I pray to God I never have to use it
On moms
Me or you, and I get to choose, Allfather
And I ain't say that shit to
Be tough or rah rah
I'm just tryna make sure my
Kids have a father so respect my G
And if you buyin' goods from me, please
Respect my fee
I done earned every motherfuckin' right
Hold on uh so to whoever wanna clash nigga-
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at for real
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at? What
But, I'm out’cho league
I could tell how you move
But, you not my speed
Not sayin' less about you, it's more about me
So-
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?
'Cause if you ain't on that
You really gettin' laughed at
I'm on a fast track
And I'm not tryna flash back
To my crazy days, yeah, I had some crazy ways
It was a crazy phase, but, nigga
I got crazy paid
Woo, caught a few crazy fades
Though I’m still with the shit
Each day it fades
So much shit done changed, shit, mostly me
Drugs had me makin’ decisions emotionally
Allowin' motherfuckers to get too close to me
But now, a nigga like-
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at?
Forever on that and I ain’t
Buyin' how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga
Bro, little nigga bang back
My mind different
I’m listenin' more, talkin' less
Ain't focused on L's, I'm talkin' best
I'm talkin' wins
I'm speakin' wins into existence
Thank God for his persistence huh
But, I was lettin' him down, now-
Fuck where that ass at?
'Cause, baby girl, we past that
You ain't mine, so why would I even ask that?
I'm on a fast track
You still tryna flash back
You reminiscin' about ass smacks in public
Tellin' me to stop, knowin' that you love it
I liked it too but a nigga like to hustle
More than I'm likin' you
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at?
Forever on that and I ain't
Buyin' how y'all look
Paper and ink don't make you a book, nigga
And I might go over your head
You need money stacked to sit tall as my leg
Changed my hidin' spot, it was under my bed
Now right there is that thang
That'll blow off your head
And I pray to God I never have to use it
On moms
Me or you, and I get to choose, Allfather
And I ain't say that shit to
Be tough or rah rah
I'm just tryna make sure my
Kids have a father so respect my G
And if you buyin' goods from me, please
Respect my fee
I done earned every motherfuckin' right
Hold on uh so to whoever wanna clash nigga-
Little nigga bang back
Fuck, where that ass at for real
Bitch, where that cash at?
Bitch, where that cash at? What