Problem - How Much lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James] Boldy blocks (How are you?) 227 (Only us) Concreatures (Game time) Hell block (Mafia) Detroit (What else?) Let's Get it There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3 That's my five dolla ho There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3 How much I gotta blow? [Verse 1: Boldy James] I'm working out that bag that you wish you had your hand in Lying in your raps about some sh** me and my man lived Back when I was coming up, hits me and my fam did n***a you was never one of us, you was hand fed Paying 40 for the lean and n***as on they last leg I keep that .40 with the beamer, don't have 40, ask Viz How I'm cut? My n***as drilling Don't believe me? Ask Dez Shot him up and didn't k** 'em, but I left him half dead Woke up out that coma, popping SOMAs, on his d**h bed Got up on his good foot and hopped up on his bad leg Cause bullets fly and numbers don't lie, this a math quiz If you get that bag in, can I get an ad-lib? Yeeeeaaaaah Me and Yankee cracking crab legs Up in locals now we up in Strokers And that a** so fat I need a lap dance Hamiltons and Jacksons Came with two, I gave her 20, she gave me back 10 [Hook: Boldy James] Ma, I just gotta know How much I gotta blow How much i gotta throw at a five dolla ho (Let's Get it) Ma, I just gotta know (Whoa!) How much I gotta blow (Ok) How much i gotta throw at a five dolla ho There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3 That's my five dolla ho There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3 How much I gotta blow? [Verse 2: Problem] I ain't scared of a n***a, I ain't regular quick Got workout, squad a helluva fit Boy bird fly on some pelican sh** Little bitty n***a with an elephant dick And these n***as' hoes be loving it Pull up, shut it down like the government Banging my gang out in public And punch a mark n***a for the f** of it I'm on that, out the hood and ain't going back Don't sweat the past cause that's going back Say "yes" to cash and y'all knowing that. What?! No root when I flow it, count the poet, y'all know it, I done did the due On the track, on my toes like a running shoe Stay grounded like when your mamma punished you I'm 100 proof No matter how you feel about it Paper never chill about it If it doesn't count or mean another comma in bank Money, we can't live without it, but I gotta keep it solid Just because I'm getting it, don't mean a ???? ain't a thing But the way I move, I got it, five kids and counting You feel me?! But Imma live this way 'til God or a young b**h n***a come k** me What?! [Hook: Boldy James] [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Gotta get some hoes in this house "All Gold Everything" When you give me head b**h, keep them golds in your mouth Weird a** n***a from the eastside When we pull up on you f** n***as, b**h you know what we 'bout Rappers sound dead in a brand new Bugatti Murder everything ???? Throwing up the A, n***a magna cum laude Gotta a trust fund for the kids, muthaf** Versace Yeah, sh** I'm done with these fools Who the f** said getting money ain't cool? I been broke b**h, I couldn't feed my kids I ain't going back n***a, sh** I'm done with that blues Feel God when I beast on a tune These n***as more p**y than Reese Witherspoon If she bust it open she can get the keys to my room If you say my name wrong that can lead to your doom Yeah, n***a word to Big Pun I told a b**h I'm in the game like Tron I ain't got the crown yet, but you can call me the king I be damned, swear to God, man, I feel like one I learned to adjust to complications I'm 'bout to progress my situation f** n***as must be the new Cool Kids That's all I see, these n***as still hating [Hook: Boldy James]