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

You don't want problems, I promise, man Set it off on my right I said liquor all in my breath Bitches all in my sight I said real niggas trying to fuck Fuck niggas wanna fight I said gun shots into the air But I ain't scared for my life

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have

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

Houston, we got a problem It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drink But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'Cause it ain't got you I got new boots covered in red dirt A "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt And a Lonestar

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

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)

I got, I got, I got, I got options You the, you the, you the, you the top one So baby, baby, if it ain't a problem Can I get some of your love? I got a whole lot of names and a whole lot of numbers But I'd throw them away 'cause I think I might love you

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