No Problem (Remix) lyrics

by

Trey Songz


[Verse 1: Trina]
Trina!
I ain't need no n*gga for no paper, I'm a boss
Trophy with this money, I'm a motherf*ckin boss
Can't get caught up with no broke n*gga, excuses and problems
He was lookin for a bad b*tch, ain't your f*ckin mama
40 dollar ass, n*gga broke down, man
Always need a f*ckin lone, n*gga, peddy ass n*gga
You got too much bagage, with no pot to p*ss in
No money, no respect, don't expect me to listen
Respect you? respect who
f*ck you mean, when you ain't even know what respect do
I walk it like I talk it, n*ggas intimodated
I'm the baddest b*tch, when your c*ck is frustrated

[Chorus: Tokyo Jetz]
Like let me get him
Need no n*gga for no paper
Can you holla
n*gga I don’t need yo problems nah f*ck that
You prolly got a b*tch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pus*y
Like let me get him
Need no n*gga for no paper
Can you holla
n*gga I don’t need yo problems nah f*ck that
You prolly got a b*tch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pus*y
[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
I can’t be f*ckin wit no n*ggas That be f*ckin wit no b*tch
Cause my pus*y way too good to let you put it in yo mix
Wit yo messy ass BM In my DM
Steady reaching b*tch you tweakin
Goin live end that sh*t
b*tch go inside
Call yo n*gga set him straight
b*tch you can’t put me in my place
You ain’t even on my level This like dancin wit the devil
He ain’t tell me sh*t about you ole stupid ass
I see you lurking on fake pages ole groupie ass
Please don’t make me hurt yo feelings
Don’t come at me as a woman
b*tch don’t put me in yo business
Give no f*ck about yo children
Split that pus*y n*gga lip
Kick him out hoe make a move
Cause b*tch I ain’t for playing games
But I ain’t never played to lose

[Chorus: Tokyo Jetz]
Like let me get him
Need no n*gga for no paper
Can you holla
n*gga I don’t need yo problems nah f*ck that
You prolly got a b*tch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pus*y
Like let me get him
Need no n*gga for no paper
Can you holla
n*gga I don’t need yo problems nah f*ck that
You prolly got a b*tch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pus*y
[Verse 3: Tokyo Jetz]
Aye picture this
We outta town
We took a trip cause we was bored
We on the phone late night
He tryna tell me he in love b*tch he tryna meet my momma
I done let him ‘round lil Aiden
pus*y n*gga met my daddy
He want me to have his baby nah f*ck that
Swear he ain’t got no b*tch
But she all on Facebook
She posting pictures wit his jhits
And I just blocked his number
He keep callin’ back to back
Hoe I just did you a favor
How you actin’ like you mad, dizzy b*tch
I shoulda just been petty
Picked up like we busy b*tch
Goddamn you aggravating
Leave me alone I sent his dog ass home
And you love his dog ass She like this where he belong b*tch you dumber than I thought

[Chorus: Tokyo Jetz]
Like let me get him
Need no n*gga for no paper
Can you holla
n*gga I don’t need yo problems nah f*ck that
You prolly got a b*tch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pus*y
Like let me get him
Need no n*gga for no paper
Can you holla
n*gga I don’t need yo problems nah f*ck that
You prolly got a b*tch, come wit a kid
Come wit a ring, come wit a crib
And I ain’t got no time to chill wit no pus*y
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