I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
My car's a conversation leader
She like the way I walk and talk
She tapped her number to my jack I love the feature
She chose me so buddy geeking, he missing that he the reason
How you P and you be leeching
You ain't locked in you just reaching
Got addictions to fly shit I like it, then damn I need it
The way I pass on a freak I make highlights for threading needles
Peep how I been floating lately I had to pen up a sequel
I slide with the roof open I hope that you sewed the weave in
I'm a dreamer she got the dreamcatcher tatted under her tits
It don't bother me you got history we all got things we did
And you niggas is playing fed games iont like that type of risk
Why would I quit when I'm this close
I ain't folding bout no bread
I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
Who else could it be
I do this so effortlessly and leisurely
I seen the best that niggas do
And know they can't compete with me
Pardon my stance
My ego got a groove, I let it dance
I'm really stamped
See colors in the booth
I snap I'm in a trance
Gotta watch my back
I know them folks been hating on the kid
And it's rooted in insecurity ain't shit that I done did
You'll always lose me if our conversation start about a bid
You can spare me the man to man should be checkin that trifling
You know what, I'll let it go for now
Let me calm it down
The flows get so much colder now
I splash you either float or drown
It's no way you can hold me now
But the check the rock
I been feenin' to get a bag it shouldn't come off as a shock
I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
Mack Scott - Problem Lyrics
Mack Scott - Problem Lyrics
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I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
My car's a conversation leader
She like the way I walk and talk
She tapped her number to my jack I love the feature
She chose me so buddy geeking, he missing that he the reason
How you P and you be leeching
You ain't locked in you just reaching
Got addictions to fly shit I like it, then damn I need it
The way I pass on a freak I make highlights for threading needles
Peep how I been floating lately I had to pen up a sequel
I slide with the roof open I hope that you sewed the weave in
I'm a dreamer she got the dreamcatcher tatted under her tits
It don't bother me you got history we all got things we did
And you niggas is playing fed games iont like that type of risk
Why would I quit when I'm this close
I ain't folding bout no bread
I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
Who else could it be
I do this so effortlessly and leisurely
I seen the best that niggas do
And know they can't compete with me
Pardon my stance
My ego got a groove, I let it dance
I'm really stamped
See colors in the booth
I snap I'm in a trance
Gotta watch my back
I know them folks been hating on the kid
And it's rooted in insecurity ain't shit that I done did
You'll always lose me if our conversation start about a bid
You can spare me the man to man should be checkin that trifling
You know what, I'll let it go for now
Let me calm it down
The flows get so much colder now
I splash you either float or drown
It's no way you can hold me now
But the check the rock
I been feenin' to get a bag it shouldn't come off as a shock
I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
My car's a conversation leader
She like the way I walk and talk
She tapped her number to my jack I love the feature
She chose me so buddy geeking, he missing that he the reason
How you P and you be leeching
You ain't locked in you just reaching
Got addictions to fly shit I like it, then damn I need it
The way I pass on a freak I make highlights for threading needles
Peep how I been floating lately I had to pen up a sequel
I slide with the roof open I hope that you sewed the weave in
I'm a dreamer she got the dreamcatcher tatted under her tits
It don't bother me you got history we all got things we did
And you niggas is playing fed games iont like that type of risk
Why would I quit when I'm this close
I ain't folding bout no bread
I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
Who else could it be
I do this so effortlessly and leisurely
I seen the best that niggas do
And know they can't compete with me
Pardon my stance
My ego got a groove, I let it dance
I'm really stamped
See colors in the booth
I snap I'm in a trance
Gotta watch my back
I know them folks been hating on the kid
And it's rooted in insecurity ain't shit that I done did
You'll always lose me if our conversation start about a bid
You can spare me the man to man should be checkin that trifling
You know what, I'll let it go for now
Let me calm it down
The flows get so much colder now
I splash you either float or drown
It's no way you can hold me now
But the check the rock
I been feenin' to get a bag it shouldn't come off as a shock
I'm chasing paper
I fiend for dollars
I need it proper
Don't care what you do for it
Just tell you where to route it
Got a problem
I go to sleep I dream of money counters
Wake up and get straight to it
Need money & the power
Got a problem
You thinking how some shit could feed ya soul
I'm thinking bout what kind of bread come out it
I'm good at math me and a bag that bring a bag sounds astounding
Writer: Craig Scott
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