Problem - Waiting On It (Baby Girl) lyrics

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Problem - Waiting On It (Baby Girl) lyrics

[Produced by Eric G] [Hook: Problem] R-A-P-S-O-D-Y Cause she's better than y'all, better than all Serving no waiter, her time is now, f** waiting on it It's your time, baby, own it R-A-P-S-O-D-Y Cause she's better than y'all, better than all Serving no waiter, her time is now, f** waiting on it It's your time, baby girl, own it [Verse 1: Rapsody] Uh, I ain't Amish, but yo I promise When I'm in the field you can bet I'm gon' keep it honest Suspend you in time like self portraits, I guess I'm Mona A perfect picture of what you get when you really on it, focused Wrote it knowing you wouldn't probably get what I quoted Off gate, it's just bait, when you get it late, bam, it's over Bam, it's over, we taking back what we showed them I know the routine, I'm a giant on giant shoulders I see farther than that little midget that Jay Hova had quoted And yeah I wrote it, more scary now that you know it Uh, yeah, I'm pitching dope off, no squares No blocks, been hot so who cares? What the hell you driving? We still thriving Your money don't make me money, honey, I'm still diving Breaking water that's labor for all the daughters I've been working so when they older everything's back in order Rap-sody, more heat, yo Chachi Tell these n***as they ain't f**ing with us I went to ma**es, told them my cla**es higher No need to hara** them, they say when you touch fire They won't do it again, when you learn it burn like IYAAAH It's funny when I think prior You thought you was the sh**, now you just may have to retire Call me sire or [Hook] [Verse 2: Rapsody] Uh, I play chess, uh, and jump checkers To anyone wanna check us You get played lowkey, I'm more thorough than all your records You make moves to make money I make money from all my methods Man whew, and my crew make all the best sh** That's Eric G on it, whew I rose like your face to make up for sh** that you do Bust Smith & Wessons, I'm a weapon to those wept on you That's that whip appeal, you gon' know my name for real Baby, I'm [Hook]