conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Problems with the following description: Track number 3 of “The Green Album”, is called “Problems” and was produced by Nard&B.
  While the song doesn’t feature the man himself, Gucci Mane, two members of Migos, Takeoff and Quavo, get some help from their homie Young Thug, who is also featured on the first song of this album “1017”.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Young Thug]
  I been balling so long but I don't want no problems
  Keep that FN in reach, but I don't want no problems
  Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don't want no problems
  I know every lock on Slauson, but I don't want no problems
  Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems
  They can't see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it's a problem
  I'm gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems
  OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?
  [Verse 1: Young Thug]
  I'ma wrap my money it look like Oprah Winfrey
  I'ma sell one of my mansions, everything new but the kitchen
  Ain't no cypher, no no wrestler, but I'm wrapping in midget
  And I'm master selling them P's,
   now my money no limit
  I got my bed up, I shed up, don't let up, no police, I'm fed up
  They cannot forget us, I got your schedule, I fuck up your schedule
  I shoot at your head, your dreads, they buy us
  You bitches just know it's too hard to get by us
  I'm not advertising but boy you can try us
  I sing to your bitch and she call me Mariah
  I see and read everything 'round me but bibles
  Bugatti I swear, I'm not gonna hurt anybody
  I swear I'm not gonna tell anybody
  Just get it this molly and stand right beside me
  I'm with PeeWee Longway
  You know every day a long day
  You know I'm not Kanye, but I been rocking since the first day [Chorus: Young Thug]
  I been balling so long but I don't want no problems
  Keep that FN in reach, but I don't want no problems
  Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don't want no problems
  I know every lock on Slauson, but I don't want no problems
  Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems
  They can't see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it's a problem
  I'm gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems
  OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?
  [Verse 2: Quavo]
  I see you walking with that sack, I'ma take it like Debo
  Me and Thug in the alleyway, we hit 'em up below
  If you tell on my partner Domingo I'ma shoot you like free throw
  Run up on my brother Takeoff, I'ma whoop you like Rico
  Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
  My nigga keep pistols grenades and missiles
  My diamonds they cold as icicles I'm trapping and making a deal like a pickle
  I am the nigga you want to be
  My diamonds they black just like Willie B
  Niggas in the hood they know me
  I walk around with the set, no army
  Porsche Panamera, one button, top gone
  All these bad bitches, Spanish hoes, Hong Kong
  Plug hit my phone (Brrt), I just need a zone
  Birds singing like harmony but I don't need a bone [Chorus: Young Thug]
  I been balling so long but I don't want no problems
  Keep that FN in reach, but I don't want no problems
  Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don't want no problems
  I know every lock on Slauson, but I don't want no problems
  Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems
  They can't see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it's a problem
  I'm gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems
  OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?
  [Verse 3: Takeoff]
  Choppers and uzis, you talking, we're shooting
  I'm moving my squad and my family, ain't no recruiting
  I do what I do, you know I keep it true
  Without throwing on true, your religion is fool
  Old ass money but the whip brand new
  On brand new shoes, got brand new jewels
  Whipping that Yayo, looking like mayo
  It come from Barbados, my wrist is tornado
  I kick it like Kato, hundred round drums
  Walking with bombs, serving the junkies they asking for crumbs
  And it ain't no problem, got that revolver
  Think you a problem, I got to solve you
  We ducking police like we felons
  Put two hundred on your watermelon
  That's your head, or cerebellum
  These fuck niggas fake niggas know that they telling
  Them tickets them pigeons, you know that I sell them
  My migo, he hit me, you know that I mail him
  If Thug want a pack then you know I'ma let him
  These fuck niggas ain't special [Chorus: Young Thug]
  I been balling so long but I don't want no problems
  Keep that FN in reach, but I don't want no problems
  Hundred thousand worth of crosses, I don't want no problems
  I know every lock on Slauson, but I don't want no problems
  Pullin' up in YSL, these young niggas got problems
  They can’t see me with that wooly, they gon' swear it's a problem
  I'm gon' slide down your hood when you and your girl having problems
  OG bag 'pose to be in, what the world is the problem?