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 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

Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home So would you take me

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

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

Don't worry 'bout me You should worry 'bout you, yeah, yeah Keep doing what you do best, babe That's loving only yourself, babe You should worry 'bout you (Oh, oh) Yeah, that's your problem, so fix it 'Cause I ain't none of your business Now I've been

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)

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