Rick Ross - You Don't Want These Problems lyrics

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Rick Ross - You Don't Want These Problems lyrics

[Pre-Hook: DJ Khaled] You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high [Hook: Big Sean] Do it, do it, I'mma f**in' do it These n***as try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any n***a standin' in the way You don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems n***a you don't want these problems [Bridge: Big Sean] Oh God! I tell 'em n***a you don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Out in Vegas like Lamar, third floor Tropicana Fascinated with the cars, smokin' dope in the Phantom Teflon's on the rise, I despise propaganda Camouflage Mac-11, I should set an example Never baptized, as I walk through the fires The pain and the flame never match my desires Crucified cause I'm rich, in the coupe, take a pic On the phone at the light, Kelly Rowland's a friend Catfish in the Benz, Manti Teo's a s**er Plaques on the wall, hustler so I can say "f** 'em" Bel Air for the hoes, Ciroc in the pool My b**h is a stripper, her name is April's A Fool [Hook: Big Sean (DJ Khaled)] [Verse 2: French Montana] I said "haaaan!" That's what the title say Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way She threw the p**y and I caught it, presidential 'bout 40 That drop head from Europe, that coupe got deported I turn coke boy to that corporate money Big choppa, I'm walkin' funny Money talk but you ain't talkin' money You ain't even got no corporate money Haaaan! Whip game proper, I'mma make it work Versace, Versace, n***a know who did it first [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] We the best, Khaled tried to told yah TRUUUU! You just second best, Kelly Rowland (Hahaha, I'm just playin' babe) Uh, renegade like Em and Jay VIP section, started out from section 8 Arm and Hammer, I'm armed with the hammer If it was a slumber party, I'd be fresh in pajamas Silence the shawty, I'm k**in' them softly They slept on me, I stopped sellin' work and started sellin' them coffee [Pre-Hook: DJ Khaled] [Verse 4: Meek Mill] I stay jumpin' out that thing ho, I swear that's word to my momma I took risks with that 'caine, ho and I sold work for my momma These n***as don't want no drama These n***as don't want no problems These n***as don't want no beef Have 'em walkin' out with that choppa These North n***as don't play that They murk somethin', I'll tell you that 200 change for this Mulsanne and the wheel's a fortune, Pat Sajak We catch cases, don't say jack Don't talk work cause they tape that Don't sell the work where we lay at And don't spend the bread you can't make back, no [Verse 5: Ace Hood] Rest in peace I'mma start murderin' and bodyin' beats Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast And I'm laughin' at people who try to compete Name any rapper that's f**in' with me I'm who these n***as pretendin' to be Claimin' you wantin' these problems Tell momma get flowers and plannin' your funeral speech My sanctuary's that cemetery My choppa, named it "Obituary" Act up, Tyler Perry Boy you sweeter than February Real n***a, I define that You don't even need no dictionary You ain't even 'bout that life So these shooters with me ain't necessary [Hook: Big Sean] [Bridge: Timbaland x4] You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know [Outro: Big Sean] Yeah, you don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems n***a you don't want these problems Oh God! I tell 'em n***a you don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems