Rexx Life Raj - Moxie Java lyrics

[Intro: Rexx Life Raj] Look I think I might have a f**ing problem Crushing Adderall in Moxie Java Thinking about getting more to the bank Trying to get places they said I can't I think I might have a f**ing problem Crushing Adderall in Moxie Java Thinking about getting more to the bank But they won't let me in cause I smell like dank [Verse 1: Rexx Life Raj] I'm just a Berkeley n***a putting on for the south Metal detectors installed in my mouth I've been far too focused to take note of you clowns Got a big booty b**h and she holding me down down Everytime I come around town these n***as embara**ed Yall out feeling fresh off clearance I stunt when not necessary My dick has seen too much p**y to get married Keep that sh** pounding like 808 Keep a bad b**h on lay away With p**y so fire that sh** should say stay away My papa taught me the playa way I hope my bro put the K away Would spray for me when needed Pray for me I need it I been s**er ducking, ducking polices Hara**ing me cause my features When I be out with my (?) b**h (?) My other b**h a beleiver My other b**h Empenecia I mob in her Prious, her momma don't like me I told her s** me I'm a Berkeley n***a, sh** could get ugly My n***as pouring fours all in their slushy We taking risks like we was taking lunch money f** it, we trappin' trippin, trippin' trappin' You n***as piggy-backing, I'm with the realest faction s**a n***as napping, wake 'em out of Z We send a b**h like a pound of weed I got n***as living sending a pound a week Counting money like fat b**hes count calories Triple, quadruple our salary sh** on these n***as give f**s if they mad at me [Hook: Rexx Life Raj (Nef The Pharoah)] Actually I think I might have a (f**ing problem) Crushing Adderall and (Marijuana) Thinking about getting more (To the bank) Trying to get places (they said I can't) Actually I think I might have a (f**ing problem) Crushing Adderall and (Marijuana) Thinking about getting more (To the bank) But they won't let me in cause I (Smell like dank) I think I might have a mother f**ing problem I think I might have a mother f**ing problem Tripping in the trap house Tripping, tripping in the trap house [Verse 2: Nef The Pharoah] Got a b**h in the US s** dick for a sport Four foot three and she never come short I think she falling in love with the boy (?) that is not a good choice Berkley, Chanel, straight dolphin apparel Get left with the pharoah Chewing on Zanny's, I'm fresh off the plane Know b**h I'm the man No socks in my Yeezys The lean got me sleepy I'm still feeling freaky Bout to go round up some mother f**ing checks Green sip, yellow sip, Afghan Tex Yall n***as ain't about that syrup sh** Boy no making you nervous Me and my n***as get rich off this Hit the mart blow it back cause the money ain't sh** I know I'm going in but let a n***a take a sip sh** She wanna take a trip, she ain't never got her chips Imma dip I love smoking weed and sipping mother f**ing wiling b**h I (?) [Hook]