I Don’t Have a Problem

[Intro]
*laughing*
You got a problem?

[Verse 1]
My new bitch, she bad as fuck
Look like she from Maxim, uh
So much on my back, I'm surprised I don't have sciatica
Like, this shit's just not adding up
Like, I just cannot have enough
They just can't match my stamina
Now I think that they're mad at us
I know-

'Cuz I did this shit on my own
They wish I need them but I don't
Leave me alone
Leave me alone

Tell 'em all that I'm god, now they gon' start believing
Fifteen shots, now I'm gone, I think my heart is bleeding
Three missed calls from Hani, look I'm sorry because
She just saw that I'm on, now she gon' offer me some

Sloppy top
Sloppy top
Fuckin' her so hard she finna call me god
When I cum I yell like Kamehame - ha
I turn this [?] into a Mardi Gras

I called your bluff, you talk your stuff
Always anonymous
You ain't nothin' but some fuckin future coffin dust
That copies us
And talks to us
Like, "Yo, you're awesome bruh"

But fuck these other artists talkin' nonsense
Fuck your fuckin' profit
I got plans, got options
I know they're watching
I know that I have to stop 'em
I know that I have to stop 'em
I know that I have to drop 'em
I know that they always talkin'
And I hear the silence when I come around
And look

[Chorus]
I don't have a fuckin' problem, no
I don't have a fuckin' problem, no
Said, I don't have a fuckin' problem, no
I don't have a fuckin' problem, no
I don't have a fuckin'-