There isn't any other way I have a one track mind Method to the madness One track mind Love is like problems We all got 'em There is a method to the madness, to the madness Gotta have a one track mind, ooh A dark night, remember

You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you We cockin' them thangs Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you We ready to bang Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? Watch where you aim Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga Hunt

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

We got champagne problems Only one way to solve 'em Raising our glass 'cause it's our last With these champagne problems Just keep on, keep on drinking Keep on, keep on drinking Keep on, keep on How many times have we been here before? How many pieces

From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi' for sure Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin' Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean More Billy's, more problems We got too many ways to solve

We've had our problems but I'm on your side And I want you back You know, you can run, and you can hide We had a life, we had a love But you don't know what you've got 'til you lose it Well that was then and this is now How many times do I have to say

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

I promise to take you, take you as you are I know we've all got our problems And it's a blessing that we made it here so far And if you lay here in these arms tonight I promise All I have is here and now If the ground beneath, our feet has disappeared

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)

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