No Problem (feat. Trina) [Remix]

(Like let me get him, need no **** for no paper, can you holla, ****?)

(I don't need your problems, nah, fuck that)

(Nah, fuck that, I don't need your problems)

I don't need no **** for no paper, I'm a boss

Tryna control me with his money, I'm a motherfuckin' boss

Can't get caught up with no broke ****, excuses and promises

Say he was looking for a bad bitch, I ain't your fuckin' mama

Forty-dollar-ass ****, broke-down lane

Always need a fucking loan, ****, petty-ass ****

You've got too much baggage with no pot to piss in

No money, no respect, don't expect me to listen

Respect you? Respect who? Fuck you, man

When they don't even know respect due, shit

I walk it like I talk it, **** intimidated

How you want the baddest bitch when your pop is frustrated?

Yeah, ****

Like let me get him, need no **** for no paper, can you holla, ****?

I don't need your problems, nah, fuck that

You probably got a bitch, come with a kid, come with a ring, come with a crib

And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy

Like let me get him, need no **** for no paper, can you holla, ****?

I don't need your problems, nah, fuck that

You probably got a bitch, come with a kid, come with a ring, come with a crib

And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy

I can't be fucking with no **** that be fucking with no bitch

'Cause my pussy way too good to let you put it in your mix

Wit' your messy-ass BM in my DMs, steady reaching

Bitch, you tweakin', goin' live, end that shit, bitch, go inside

Call your ****, set him straight, bitch, you can't put me in my place

You ain't even on my level, this like dancin' with the devil

He ain't tell me shit about you, old stupid-ass

I see you lurking on fake pages, old groupie-ass

Please don't make me hurt your feelings, don't come at me as a woman

Bitch, don't put me in your business, give no fuck about your children

Split that pussy-**** lip, kick him out, hoe, make a move

'Cause, bitch, I ain't for playing games, but I ain't never played to lose

Like let me get him, need no **** for no paper, can you holla, ****?

I don't need your problems, nah, fuck that

You probably got a bitch, come with a kid, come with a ring, come with a crib

And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy

Like let me get him, need no **** for no paper, can you holla, ****?

I don't need your problems, nah, fuck that

You probably got a bitch, come with a kid, come with a ring, come with a crib

And I ain't got no time to chill with no pussy

(Like let me get him, need no **** for no paper, can you holla, ****?)

(I don't need your problems, nah, fuck that)

(Nah, fuck that, I don't need your problems)