Rick Ross - It Ain't A Problem lyrics

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Rick Ross - It Ain't A Problem lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] It ain't a problem 'til I say it is Handle my problem, that's the way it is Always talkin like a b**h but that's the way he is After the ride, nobody'll know where he is - Triple C! [Verse 1: Triple C's] When you serve a cat a couple of times Knowin he serve in a couple of towns Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort Cla**y n***a walkin 'round with stacks But I'm gettin word that he talkin behind my back Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin Tell him all your cars, makes and models Tell him how you on steaks and bottles Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight He done told a n***a all your routes And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out That's what k**ers about, that's what n***az allow remember [Chorus] [Verse 2: Triple C's] n***a please! You ain't a cap peeler Save that [?] for your bathroom mirror No platoon dealer; you n***az baboons Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers Triple C stamp the trillest I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is Them hoes stay at the billets[?] And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it I told ya - flow so cold, below frozen Like ice water over the Pro Tools But that's old news, update the topic What makes the prophet cut cake in projects I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments [Chorus] [Verse 3: Torch] n***a I'm fresh out Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out Jail ain't rehabilitate sh**! k**ers and dealers all I affiliate with Retaliate[?] and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff And we ain't playin freeze tag, you better dip Chop soundin like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry So I'm robbin moms for that wake money It's Torch, you get a bomb from me - you wan' play? I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin Name 'em - ain't a problem 'til I say it is Miss a payment I'll be waitin there, takin all your favorite sh** Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean Meanin it's comin too, n***a what you wanna do? I send G to k** you, lay your daddy down in front of you n***a [Chorus] [Outro] Y'all n***az know who this is n***a this is the homey n***a Y'all n***az don't want no problems n***a Y'all n***az see us in the club Y'all be havin y'all gorillas n***a But y'all n***az already know n***a Triple C's n***a, and we out