Problem - Dollaz & Sense (Freestyle) lyrics

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Problem - Dollaz & Sense (Freestyle) lyrics

Ft. Childish Gambino (Intro) L.A. Leakers discussion (Verse: Problem) n***a, I'm from Compton, waddup, Quick! You my n***a, bo Doin' 80 a figure-roll, condition is critical I can't get caught slippin', buy my phones on the pole Boy, I been sippin', chow to my n***a feelin' I'm not trippin' even on sale day Big Nig', Lou Lop, Big Nose and LG Dice games on the 100 and second to main I lose, I hit dark, then come back and try to crack em again Way before I hit the trafficking game Nowadays I'm just trafficking game You betta get some! Get that away before I hit some Pop, blood drivin' b**h n***as crazy Eat a ball of sh** before a b**h n***a play me Ballin', b**h, try and play me! Coby, KD, the late stuff in the club A stuff Tat it from the waist up, fault like a drape stuck Ah ah ah ah, that's for real, and how I need a pill Independent, gettin' skrilla, I don't need a deal Bank a k**in' wheel, two seg, need been a drill And a n***a been this here for a long time Pussies want a problem? Get in that long line! Get that long line, yeah yeah, long line Run it wrong? You'd be done in six seconds, no vines Aye, ye ougtha come ova, she be there in no time Like a watch list, it's show time, hoe, watch this! If I call you for me to come ova I'm comin' 2 stick, chop-sticks Pull it out, she lock lips Yeah, lemme hit it bare and I might give it some head Think I ? I'mma do it like a dare Money Gang be the gang and I bang it like a snare Bow down to no man, I'mma bard, no ? Reppin', West Side steppin' East Side my state, with three k's I dre I'm an outkast, hunnid hmmm in the out stash Wolves take you out with the right cash And I ain't talkin' bout no daeggers Birthday love cake as much as bug love saint(?) You Got Served! In every way possible sh** get hostile, I get called in on the hospital So don't be bangin' under false pretense Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Hook break) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Cause I ain't playin' with yo punk a** boy) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Diamond lane, everythang, Money Gang, we winnin') If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Waddup, Problem?) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (The Los Angeles Leakers) (Verse 2: Childish Gambino) Now look who came up in this b**h It's mr. Look Like sh**, but I know he rich Get at me, I thought you muthaf**as be happy But they not, cause they took a backseat like a taxi I'm the last kid kid, home alone so often But I had to come back to my Cali like Caulkin' I was born out here, then I moved out there n***a check my core, man, this sh** ain't fair I gotta try to allegory Fado and Problem So you know I'm in the hood just like I'm a cobra High thought, check the app, I'm hanging with cold ones Man, that be no goin' off, I thought that I told you Before the ? clothes, and the Crenshaw mall I used to date this flat girl with a place in the Dauntons We used to cruise Leimert Park in a beemer Love a Cali girl so much, have you seen her?! Shout out to Latinas, look at all these hineys We know is the highest, n***as know I'm challenge I be on that wild sh** and she down to roll Ate her p**y like a sushi teriyaki bowl Aye, yo, Problem! (Waddup!) This a diss track, right? f** you, f** you! You're cool, you can't rap! You need help, you all industry hype Most of these n***as are aight, none of them holdin' the light To me wrongs are white, the cheese like it was 93' After the rise, n***as was violent Spread the lime, I took the L sh** Wasn't silent, tho Middle finger crossed up, n***as, now you know For real (Hook break) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Real orgy night, for real, man, for real) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Compton Ghetto on ya, that's round up) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (The Los Angeles Leakers) (Outro) L.A. Leakers discussion