Got Problems

Swerving Madness takings the drugs yea for the sadness That's a you problem never had it I'm spending money yea for fabrics Fat bands like Buddha Hell of squads hell of shooters Hell of guns hell of rugers Round around with a cougar Hell of money hell of problems Hell of problems hell of money I count money when it's sunny I'll never run out of money I got problems I got problems I got problems New money never excite me that's the old money You was counting money all day count the old money You counting old hundreds I was counting new money I was just swerving the tonka little boy yea I was causing the madness Yea them my old habits You never had problems I was the batman to you little boy yea you was my robyn