Nothin Problem, Jack Harlow & Jay Rock

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm)
The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm)
Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm)
Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my draws (Mm)
All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the clos' (Mm)
Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we floss (Mm)
Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your broads (Mm)
We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em and don't call, like some (Mm)
(Yeah) Like some motherfuckin' dawgs (Hey)
That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh)
Or maybe shit it was, I guess I'm gon' go givе it some thought (Oh)
I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm)
Thеy don't wanna see me ball (Uh)
Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm)
I'm just a youngin' with some flaws
I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall

[Verse 1: Problem]
What? What?
They ain't pasta with the sauce (What?)
That's why they got robbed, repercussions when they floss (Right)
Get your mind right, disconnect from all those orbs (On God)
Friend or foe, you hear me? That's selection with your heart, boy (Yeah)
Yeah, pray we never take another loss (Never)
Never had to pay for no protection from the park (Never)
Why, you the type that's scared of your reflection in the dark
You got any misconceptions, let's address it from the start, nigga
Baby hopin' that I plug (Ooh)
If I hit her with it, better act like she in love (Ooh)
These niggas in their feelings, bro, I blame it on the drugs
Come to California, get to knuckin' if you buck, bruh (Knuck if you buck, boy)
Diamond Lane, throw it, boy (What?)
Grindin' with precision, keep the gang goin' up
GRAMMYs or the 'Grams, we ain't stuntin' for no flick shit
But we still do it for the cam, shoutout Dipset (What?)
Stop playin'