PROBLEM - Another Day lyrics

rate me

Feat. Travis Porter Bad Lucc &Two-9

Money about to fire out the reef

Everything’s paper 25 for the feature

Scoop your bitch and make a move on it

Grabbers on the payroll

So we move it easily

Been a winner from the start

Just crack ten dimes

About to mac 11

Pop it on the row

Make a million cash then drop it on the flow

Money about to fire out the reef

Everything’s paper 25 for the feature

Rolling another joint

Getting high with my niggaz

And the pretty bitches get wild up with their liquor

I know the niggaz sing the song with the pistol

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

Ain’t touching no work

It’s good there cause I’m the man

Gang gang you read the same thing

Ain’t switching up or changing up

We’re on the same lane

Came from the bottom

Still thuggin’ with my partners

My niggaz ain’t with the drama

Press the button and we’re rappin’

I told her to twist the J

So we can pass the problem

They don’t even wanna sip in here

We cut the line bro

The dress code we’re up in here

So roll the blunts

Just smoke up in here

Presidential cush my nigga

Twist the fingers so they know who’s here

Money about to fire out the reef

Everything’s paper 25 for the feature

Rolling another joint

Getting high with my niggaz

And the pretty bitches get wild up with their liquor

I know the niggaz sing the song with the pistol

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

I’m here on a business

Getting money my niggaz

And now I wanna do the shit I never did before

I need that AA something

I need that hundred something

I need that magical bang

These niggaz are out of line

And I’mma die for the game

I got my family on my mind

And nigga smoking this weed

I’m good but I ain’t finished

Money about to fire out the reef

Everything’s paper 25 for the feature

Rolling another joint

Getting high with my niggaz

And the pretty bitches get wild up with their liquor

I know the niggaz sing the song with the pistol

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way

And every day I pray

That I see another day

But these niggaz in the way