No Problems

No Problems - Azealia Banks Lyrics

She like my new talk, my new style

My new walk

This new whore, open your mouth

And I'll bruise jaws like ooh oh

Who her? I'm a true star

This bitch broad got blue balls

Hard pressed 'cause I took off

I'm funk fresh from New York

Slay the beat 'cause these wannabees

Wanna be the buzz

Angels need Jesus, angles, features

Live show, PR, they made the baby,

You can't beat us

That New York, that new ones

That new story, that

212 to get blue blood

Beautiful in my own hood

Up the hill it's all good

Up the bills, been born touring

From fucking where? Who are you?

Bad queen is my pedigree

Bad bitch is my legacy

You mad bitch, you average

A rap bitch I'm wrackin'

Stacking money, makin' Manhattan

Mama cakin' that cash in

You text him or ask him, I get it in

Harlem might citizen

You slap a dyke, you wanna lick a bitch

You probably bite, I ain't about it bitch

You not my type, I need a harder bitch

From New York with it

Go on and our home front with it

Move y'all bitches and beatin' 'em with the fitted

Ooh yah bitches they leavin' you with that

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems

What's working girls? I'm a boss bitch

Got foreigners in my office

I'm clearly on, you off a switch

This dick charm, I'm gorgeous

Like really though, you a corn bitch

One wish movin' on, it's a warning

Be honest, you're garbage, you dog bitch

Top drag she lack class

We on this, she came here, we own this

I claim here, it's my home pit

Top pit, that chocolate lanes baby deposit

AB 'bout that profit, not gossip

This that, stars to the Hollywood red carpet

Better get back

All these bitches wanna know how she get that

Don't ask for the price, let me get that

You a man with your dick back

You a sam with a slick back

You a ham in the pig shack

You a scam for the kit kat

Little AB queen is champion chit chat

Stylin' is something you see not evolve

Diamonds is shinin', these bitches, they fauxs

While I'm stuntin' and spending that dough

And when I'm stepping them bitches, they know

Them bitches, they know

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems

No problems, no problems y'all

Y'all want no problems

No problems, no problems

Y'all bitches don't want no problems