Swear to God

Anybody got a problem, had a problem

You know my hair color that shit is red

I swear to God

I swear to God

But he ain't gon' save ya

Not even your neighbors

Run off with that dough

Look at me funny, owe me money, b***h

I put that bread on your head

Boy, run off with my dough

I put that bread on your head

I put that bread on your head, b***h

Don't anybody make real shit anymore?

Press that elevator, got at least three floors

With at least three whores

When I leave, these yours, okay

That's why I call you José

'Cause you do whatever these hoes say

I bring so much heat that the block

They call me Whiteside

They drivin' D's up the wall

Dark Knights ride

Heron Joe

Could you compare? Um, no?

Roll my green in that red leaf, Tor-on-to

My Mexicana mami say USA

Global Joe, move the foreign off the new estate

Put that bread on your head

They be moppin' the street

Horse head on your bed

This is mafia beef

Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack

And tell 'em bring FJ560 back

Anybody got a problem, had a problem

You know my hair color that shit is red

I swear to God

I swear to God

But he ain't gon' save ya

Not even your neighbors

Run off with that dough

Look at me funny, owe me money, b***h

I put that bread on your head

Boy, run off with my dough

I put that bread on your head

Now if I liked your man's face

I would have sat on it

Put some bread on your head, empty the TEC on it

I ain't talkin' 'bout cash, I put a check on it

You thought we was alright, I went left on it

I put that bread on your head, b***h

Baby when you say my name, put some respek on it

Yeah, you had a nice run but now

The question is , Y'all finished or y'all done?

And ya been sayin' somethin', said somethin'

Or mentioned my name, ho

Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo

You can get this work for free, it's pro bono

I put funds on your bundles, mad dough on your afro

Guap on your top, green on your bean

Dubs on your mug, a new bag on your doo-rag

In that number one spot, b***h, you dead on it

I swear to God I drop some bands

I put them ends on your edges, b***h

Anybody got a problem, had a problem

You know my hair color that shit is red

I swear to God

I swear to God

But he ain't gon' save ya

Not even your neighbors

Run off with that dough

Look at me funny, owe me money, b***h

I put that bread on your head

Boy, run off with my dough

I put that bread on your head

Anybody got a problem, had a problem

You know my hair color that shit is red

I swear to God

I swear to God

But he ain't gon' save ya

Not even your neighbors

Run off with that dough

Look at me funny, owe me money, b***h

I put that bread on your head

Boy, run off with my dough

I put that bread on your head