Baby, hit me up and call me any time Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems I don't mind it Put your panties and your pride to the side Want you to fuck with me (Alright) Open the door on your side You ain't gotta keep on fightin' Just let

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

I ain't like them other niggas And I ain't bout to play no games with you You know what your problem is? You don't ever see the big picture I want you to take me serious Baby, I want you to take me serious Finally famous Ok, I won't deny it Half the time

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one (I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!) Shut up when I'm talkin' to you! Everything you say to me I need

With somebody else who got problems We ain't gonna solve 'em Tonight all I need is a stranger Lips with a whiskey chaser And a corner booth kiss to make me forget that he's gone (Oh, oh, oh) We should be drinkin' alone together Drownin' the pain is

I ain't even know it (even know it) Even know it (know it) Teddy call you to the stage Then you seen a nigga throw it (nigga throw it) Th-throw it (throw it) Throwing that ass for days Booty going Up Down I ain't got no problem spending all of my money

Nigga made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)

My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true) You don't want no problems, bitch, no hiccups No hiccups (no hiccups), no hiccups (no hiccups) He ain't 'bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups (no hiccups) I don't trust no one (no one) My wrist is lookin' frozen

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,

Ain't no mercy, a-ain't no mercy Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun Got that purple Lamborghini lurkin' Biggest boss and I been the trillest I'm a bigger problem when I click with Skrillex Murder on my mind, it's time to pray to God My revolver