Got a Problem lyrics

[Intro: Propain]
n*ggas hatin' on me
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Propain]
When I started out, they never gave me sh*t (Gave me sh*t)
Man, I was tryna survive on the grind for days until it made me sick (Uh)
n*ggas hatin' on me, talkin' down like, "You should maybe quit" (Damn)
Nowadays when they call a n*gga phone, tryna get me on they song, gotta pay me, b*tch, ah (Ah)
Ridin' 'round on a mission daily, tryna get the paper gotta feed my rinds (Uh)
Bun B told me, "Young, it's tough, but when you comin' up they wanna see you down" (Uh)
Dog, they don’t give a f*ck 'bout you, no love, partner, its a dirty game (Nah)
Just 'cause Rico killed Calvin, that don’t mean that n*gga won’t merk you, mayne
Seen foul sh*t when n*ggas hurtin' for change (Change), watch your back with these lyin' hoes (Yeah)
If you got a ho when you was shinin', bro, then she gon' ride with a n*gga who be shinin' more
Shoulda on and loved you when you buyin' the store, yeah, they wanna f*ck you when your diamonds glow
This the same shine that'll blind your soul, 'cause when it stop, all that other sh*t they around you goes (Uh)
And I lost a partner, he alive, well, not to Pro
I go ape sh*t, one monkey never gon' stop the show
Twin told me gotta watch your foes, a n*gga take from me I went and got some more
And just to let 'em picture me rollin', I make the album cover with the drop and fold (Ah)
Got the club poppin' while we poppin' rolls (Yuh), I got your girl boppin', tryna drop her clothes (Yuh)
All my n*ggas paid and my mama straight, think I give a f*ck 'bout that gossip ho? (Nah)
'Cause these haters hate and they no stoppin' (So), f*ck ’em all, I made more profit (f*ck 'em)
Didn't understand when I was broke biggie, but money really bring mo' problems, Pro
[Chorus: Kirko Bangz & Slim Thug]
I got a problem, too much money, too many cars, got too many b*tches
Too many cribs that I ain't even got enough time to live in
I got a problem, got too much heart, got too much soul
Got too much love, I show too much and mane, I never get enough of
I got a problem, I see these n*ggas hatin' on me
They at the bottom and they waitin' on me (I see 'em, ha)
I pray to God I could make a way, give my sister a crib (Keep waitin', I've been gone a long time)
Put my brother on the lake and all of my enemies fade away
I got a problem (Hogg Life, n*gga, for life)

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I know so many wanna see me fall (See me fall)
I make the motherf*ckers suffer when they see me ball (See me ball)
See me in that big bent like f*ck ’em all (f*ck 'em)
You ain't gotta f*ck with me 'cause I don’t f*ck with y'all (Aha)
Crab ass n*ggas (n*ggas), snake ass n*ggas (Huh)
Say they real but they just a bunch of fake n*ggas (Fake n*ggas)
My mistake, n*ggas (My bad), thought you was one hunnid (Huh)
I take that loss, b*tch, I’m a boss, but I learn from it (From it)
They tired of seein' me stuntin' (Stuntin'), want me to fall off (Run)
They like me better broke and f*cked up on that nawf (I know)
But b*tch, I’m still climbin' (Climbin'), ain't sold none of my diamonds (Diamonds)
Still drivin' all these cars I rap about in all these bars (Thugger)
Still pull ménage à trois (Thugger), with the baddest broads (Thugger)
Like I dreamed it, it’s Hogg Life for life and I mean it (I mean it)
I see these n*ggas hatin' (I see 'em), wait for me to fall
It's fifteen years later haters, I’m still standin' tall
[Chorus: Kirko Bangz]
I got a problem, too much money, too many cars, got too many b*tches
Too many cribs that I ain't even got enough time to live in
I got a problem, got too much heart, got too much soul
Got too much love, I show too much and mane, I never get enough of
I got a problem, I see these n*ggas hatin' on me
They at the bottom and they waitin' on me
I pray to God I could make a way, give my sister a crib
Put my brother on the lake and all of my enemies fade away
I got a problem

[Outro]
But you know, back to it, man, like when I first got my slab, my real slab
Which was a '96 El-dog in the year '96
See that was the most holdin' thing about it, man
It was a '96 El-dog and it was in the year '96, you know
Thirty-five thousand cash off the show room floor, you know
Seventy-five hunnid on this Ike spray paint, you know
Apple over silver, the real apple over silver, you know, you know
Popped up on real fours when boys was real still ridin' threes
See it was a certain time everybody couldn't ride fours
Ridin' fours was a pleasure, it was a privilege, it was a opportunity
It was really only ten or fifteen sets in the whole city
When ridin' threes didn't even mean nothin', you know that was cool
If you rode threes, wasn't nobody mad at you
Now if you ridin' threes, you behind time
So, you know, as time progressed, man, and we started to
Get into the preparated slabs and the ragtops, you know
Slab is real serious, that's what it mean to me, you know, take your time