Problem - Trap sh** V3 (I Got This) lyrics

[Hook: Trae Da Truth] All my chains hanging, I say I'm getting money These haters looking pissed off, me I'm gonn count this money These hoes gonn f** or get lost, they can't get nothing from me These hoes gonn f** or get lost, they can't get nothing from me Look b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h I got this, got this [Verse 1: Trae Da Truth] I stay counting this paper, a-t-r b**h I've been player This sh** I'm holding too heavy This chain I got I out weight ya I'm not what you expected, bad, bad, b**hes respected She fine, I just might take it She hit me, she gonn get naked I got a god damn problem, you ain't know Yeah I got a couple of haters, tryina give me some more I walk in the club like look b**h turn up Ain't not a b**h tryina get it but go I choose it, I'm groovy Everyday I'm tryina to make me a movie These rocks I got, stay hd It ain't fear, oh what I gotta do me I'm like wat up b**h, see me baby I ain't got no worries like weezy baby I do this sh** too easy baby [Cause risk I got, chris music baby]??? I go to Houston, chop the deuce like where you go I ain't talking bruce, up in the hood with gree And I ain't talking goose, a young n***a jaded Like I was holding juice [Hook: Trae Da Truth] All my chains hanging, I say I'm getting money These haters looking pissed off, me I'm gonn count this money These hoes gonn f** or get lost, they can't get nothing from me These hoes gonn f** or get lost, they can't get nothing from me Look b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h I got this [Verse 2: Problem] Hey b**h, I'm the molly man This dick don't make you f**, I bet this molly can Stay with that bomb, kush be Taliban The truth like trae, no need for polygraph Shoppin like atorners, half hoes bustin like them lamas I for sure gonn need a trauma for each one of my baby mama Can't stop telling I'm a fillionaire, feel me player? Hope you do Cause if you don't, it's f** you folks, to f** your mom And f** your crew Like yeah, he be like that, gold chain swanging like a baseball bat D on my feety, that's my baseball cap Diamond Lane gang, bang, bang, you flat [Hook: Trae Da Truth] All my chains hanging, I say I'm getting money These haters looking pissed off, me I'm gonn count this money These hoes gonn f** or get lost, they can't get nothing from me These hoes gonn f** or get lost, they can't get nothing from me Look b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h, I got this, got this Look b**h, I got this, got this b**h I got this, got this [Verse 2: Trinidad James] What you got n***a, what I got n***a What you got n***a, I tell you what I got n***a n***a I got this, I've been handed Ever since my shirt and socks were matchin I never hit the block with that action But I get your b**h and I'm smashing n***as mad they can't act up Who the truth you can ask us Trae tha truth and young problem Got a hunned goons that mask up You ain't gonna do a damn thang Them red boys get on ways To fly away on this situation And I don't know what you insinuating Don't play me like no s**er, I turn up and then f** her We real n***as, y'all busters Got your b**h that blushin You can try us if you want I'll tell you what we'll do Take all of your b**hes And make em f** the crew, n***a!