It Ain’t a Problem Rick Ross (Ft. Triple C's)

[Chorus: Gunplay]
It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Handle my problem, that's the way it is
Always talkin' like a bitch but that's the way he is
After the ride, nobody'll know where he is, (Triple C's)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When you serve a cat a couple of times
Knowin' he serve in a couple of towns
Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval
It put you in the mind of a pimp like Too $hort
Classy nigga walkin' around with stacks
But I'm gettin' word that he talkin' behind my back
Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention
He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin'
Tell him all your cars, makes and models
Tell him how you on steaks and bottles
Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday
How you go to the boxin' gym tryna lose weight
He done told a nigga all your routes
And now you got a lowlife tryna figure you out
Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out
That's what killers about, that's what niggas allow remember

[Chorus: Gunplay]
It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Handle my problem, that's the way it is
Always talkin' like a bitch but that's the way he is
After the ride, nobody'll know where he is, (Triple C's)