[Chorus: Problem]
Aye, aye b**h, try this
Guaranteed to turn a square to a bi b**h
You ain’t down, b-b-bye b**h
I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just saying man
We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function
We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function
We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function
I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just saying man
We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function
We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function
We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function
I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just saying man
We out here trying to function
[Verse 1: E-40]
I slid into the function (the throw)
Looking hella dipped (saucy)
Lit like a strobe light (like a strobe light?)
Hella diamonds on my wrist (bling!)
You can call me your highness cause I’m hella high in this
Play with their mind like a shrink like I’m a psychiatrist
No dryness, I make your chick hella climax, scream
Even nicer wet, she telling me that I’m the best
You don’t want her, I’ll take her off your hands and do you a favour
You might not regret it now but you gon’a regret it later
I’m about my paper, stapler right on the side of my hip
In case a hater want it, in case he decide to trip
Platinum planning, shipping and handling, see these are digital sales
Used to push E up from the scale but now it’s legitimate skrill
You ain’t understand it, that this game evolved from the heels
Vallejo Cali RB the H-I double L’s
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Don’t compare me to n***as, I’m the last of my kind
Get forever through these bars, ever lasting my grind
If it ain’t about money, then you wasting my time
Mix the molly with the liquor now get out of your mind
Gotta do is one for the town, it’s town business
I don’t even f** with these clowns, the clown n***as
In the city where the dealers go broke they turn k**ers
And all the bad b**hes got all the hoes they like n***as
In the city where we gonna do broke, we like figures
Get that bag then we going to work like Jay Bilas
We out here tryna function, tryna maintain
They said to don’t judge me, told the judge the same thang
So guess who is up in the club with the four nickel
Man I stay on the point like icicle
If I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella
Sick and tired of k**ing these hoes, I’m that n***a
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Look, got bad b**hes, they ratchet
Bet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib
And all this money watch me flip it like a back flip
I’mma go to work on a p**y no practice
Ha, I’m a real n***as in the photo
Bottles in the air, we don’t care about no ho, no ho
Yeah, shout out my n***a dilo
Girl I know you want to but I need about 3-4
Yeah, pretty girls in the crib
I know they all models, that’s just how a n***a live
I’m like whoa, when she do the splits
And when she throw it back n***a don’t act like a b**h!
My n***as in the club with the 40
We just showed up with E-40, we like what’s happening woadie?
In the function ain’t a competition, k**ing opponents
And I be k**ing the p**y but this is just for the moment, yikes
[Hook]
[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rocking the roller, ’til 5 in the morning
She popping the pill, then she busting it open
Like b**h try this, I’m a high risk
A bank roll, 4-5-6
She chasing the act, with a clip in the mac
For my Oakland n***as that be pimping the rap
I’m a New York n***a with a bailey
Kept it in the hood, f** the mainstream
Wrist rocky, I’m talking Adrian
Me and 40 run opponent like the A train
Man we out here tryna function, f** all the f** sh**
Rip it off the rack, f** what it cost ya, Montana
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Red Cafe]
Real n***a from born day
42 10 hoes to your soirée
Whole team in this hole looking saucy
b**hes off the molly, my n***as on the Marley
Hold up, we out here tryna function b**h
All this j**ellery a n***a got from hustling b**h
Got them thank pa** coming through custom b**h
See the money on the table no touching it, what else?
Cafe, I’m the pimp of the decade, yeah
Young g’s write about me in they essay
k** Def Jams, in my Cool-Js
Have my paper or they mopping up your cule
I like Yokos, them live hoes
Beat it up, beat it up, make em my hoes
It’s bossed up on the east side
Dubs up, that’s how them G’s rock, shakedown
[Chorus]