Problem - Andale lyrics

[Hook: Problem] Andale, andale That's how the money come Andale, andale That's how the money come Andale, andale That's how the money come That's how the money come (Turn up, turn up) Andale, andale, andale, andale Andale, andale, andale, andale (Zoom, zoom, turn up, turn up) Andale, andale [Verse 1: Problem] Ariba, Ariba, Ariba, where's the b**hes? This crazy boss just f**ed up the game word to the clippers My enemies b**h got her face right by my zipper Tequila is laced, give me my space The weather is thick give me a case I'm tryna get f**ed up Keep looking crazy from across the room you're about to get f**ed up We always pack, but I don't feel like tripping tonight Cause I am too busy living the life, pa** me the d** Andale, andale I don't think these n***as wanna go there Young rich n***a and I don't care Same crew since I was a little one Since day one been a real one And I put that on all my children Walk in and the hood start cheering No pom poms I bomb bomb I'm on your side f** that side the gang is the gang You say you're my friend but you standing with them so you are the same You gotta get it with them Oh ah oh ah and I get a rhythm [?] s**ing my nuts [?] [Hook] [Verse 2: Problem] Hurry up wake up trying to make dough My b**h fatter than my bank roll We look fly n***a we don't try n***a poppin' that sh** like an 8 hole Wartime boy I don't lay low Real real ready for the [?] n***a pop at me n***a that's OG Better bring K wherever they go (pop) Diamond Lane yea that's the label Diamond Lane yea that's the label I don't gotta brag n***a they know Keep your head hanging from the cable Watch me boy I'm on cable I'm f**ing on these b**hes Whip color of that yayo Sniffing coke on the way to day gold Turn your hood up n***a bang your gang Turn to your homeboy watch him bang the same I don't hit no signal when I'm changing lane You woulda think I pulled madden out put it up Grabbed 2K then put it in by the way Young n***a just changed the game Problem, Jon just say your name Just got your tip tongue let em hang (Swear I'mma ball 'till I die n***a) Be yourself stop, take off, touch the sky n***a It's captain California every time I ride And when that money counter ring it's a f**in' brag [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Jon] Where you from n***a? represent your sh** Where you from girl? represent that sh** Where my west coast n***as at in this b**h Dirty south n***as yea, we in this b**h Where you from n***a? represent your sh** Where you from girl? represent that sh** Where my west coast n***as at in this b**h Dirty south n***as yea, we in this b**h Act a fool in this b**h shake them bottles up 28 still spend that sh**, we don't give a f** We don't give a f**, we don't give a f** We don't, we don't, we don't give a f** We came to f** sh** up and leave with all your hoes f** n***as don't even think about it, that's a no no