Problem - FSWSAD lyrics

[Intro: Kent Jamz] I wish I could f**, smoke weed, and sleep all day But I got to get this money Baby got to get this money I know you want to spend my money Mmm hmmm… mmm hmmm… Then you want to spend my money… Got a real one… Look… [Verse 1: Kent Jamz] Got a bad Asian and black chick, stays in Calabasas Got a real rich dad that [?], b**h you broke my mattress She said, "These n***as bump okay sh**, and that ain't alright with me I listen to Ye and Drake, but y'all bring life to me" Lay your back up on my mattress, baby tell me my sh** active Tell these wack n***as quit rapping, that's your b**h, that's your friends laughing She took me to a party, where I ain't know nobody Her and her friends all gone off mollies, touching all over my body, singing [Hook: Kent Jamz/Brittany Dorn] I wish I can f**, smoke weed, and sleep all day But I got to get this money But I got to get this money Baby let me get this money (x3) [Verse 2: Problem] How you think I've been the n***a since the 1st grade C-c-cutting school, f** a first-aid Got a thou-wow in my pocket, on my worst day (on my worst day) Now give you haters like happy birthday So b**h, blow this candle out And when you does, show a n***a what the camel 'bout Strawberry color whip, with the peanut bu*ter gut Hoes come in two's like peanut bu*ter cups, what! I don't give a f**, n***a this Compton, b**h So get your a** on this Compton dick Molly popped, Molly popped, every f**ing p**y getting molly-wopped Paper first, bullsh** last Paper first, maker her mad Make 'em curse, make it cum Work this pole, I bet it'll cum Booyow! Let me smoke my tree and keep it G forever (G forever) I'm now on them chocolate hoes, cause I f**ed all the ones that's yeller (the ones that's yeller) I'm still bout my cheddy, I blow all my multi, and them I am adiós She want to lick me, and I'm going to let her, no envelope, (Problem) [Hook] [Verse 3: Joon] What it do b**h number one, lady number two, s*ut number three (welcome to the Dest my dear) We going to do a whole lot of you, whole lot of kush, whole lot of d** (a lot of whine and beer) But by the time the click is six past six got to dip (up out of here) Thank you for all the fun, sorry I have to hit and run She got them promethazine tittes, thirty-two (double cup D) I was planning to give it to her nice and slow (that double cup D) But I hit the mystical danger, she said she don't do an*l But since a n***a almost famous, it's okay if I use my fingers [Hook] [Verse 4: P] Every God-given day, that bomb puts me in a phase Paranoia got me praying on my knees (sh**) Now you calling me insane, n***as trying to throw me shade But one thing I won't taste is defeat It's that simplistic pimp sh** My style sick, just like a plague Homebody, that's why my homies call me "P" All I do is just be cool, that's why these trick n***as hating While they hating, got they b**hes singing praise to a G n***as need to find peace My mind, sending tingles down the spine Get in touch, with a body, hit them spots that you can't find I just hit her one time, lift my feet as I recline Then I pa** her to my dog, point guard Kobe Bryant [Hook]