Problems lyrics

Thraxxhouse!

And now there's nothing left to do but get this money

So I pretend not to hear them when they call me

I feel like my friends they're disappearing one by one

But I got problems of my own to fuckin' deal with

Find me on my phone, in the club in the back

Fake friends want me, only call me when they need something from me

Shorty want to be next to me and DRP

If you only want my dough, you a fake-ass ho

Why you only call me when you need something from me?

I'ma just count this money

I'ma just stack this money

Nothin' funny 'bout a fake friend, all they do is take shit

Tell it to your face, then go and do the opposite

Right behind your back, they'll stab you in the back like that

And now there's nothing left to do but get this money

So I pretend not to hear them when they call me

I feel like my friends they're disappearing one by one

But I got problems of my own to fuckin' deal with

Lose friends overnight, yeah, I do it

To my crew, yeah, we all goin' through it

I don't got cheddar time for a friend

I swear to God, I'll be your own 'til the end

Thraxxhouse niggas, yeah, we gettin' real slim

Pull up on little baby, yeah, she tryin' to hop in (skrrt)

So many problems that I never deal wit'

If I pull the trigger, will you keep my name lit?

Now there's nothin' left to do except get rich (brr, brr)

Only time I feel alive is your ice-cold lips

One of your fake friends sittin' in the backseat

You're the only nigga that I'm callin'

My friends go one by one

I miss witch house so much, fuck

And now there's nothing left to do but get this money

So I pretend not to hear them when they call me

I feel like my friends they're disappearing one by one

But I got problems of my own to fuckin' deal with