No Problems Young Money (Ft. Boo, Curren$y, Lil Wayne & Mack Maine)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Curren$y]
Chea
You could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)
Don’t come with no revolvers please, ‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka
Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog, bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac
No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but I gotta lil’ scrap, aye
Hulk Hogan and you’re face down on the mat
Milk carton niggas, have ‘em wonderin’ where you at
Kidnap, nap the kids, find the bitch, split her wig
She’ll be in a cardboard box, underneath a bridge
Right where the bums live
One bitch, one night
Have her fuckin’ all my friends while I’m watchin’ bar fights
One might, say that
I’m a little conceited, plastic bags on my feet to keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah
In high school I was hated by my teachers ‘cause we had the same car but mines had more features

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Chea
You could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers, (boy!)
Don’t come with no revolvers please, ‘cause these things hold 50 each mothafucka