99 Problems

I got a one track mind

On this runaway train

And your runaway doggie

With that runaway brain

I'm a baller and a player and she's all about the game

And I come to entertain

And she come after I came

Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina

But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia

I can run in with the panties but she sure ain't CRV

That's the type of chick I'd be around to see hardly

Bitch, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me

Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka

White, tall, starched tee

My wolves bark like trees

Talk like G's

Nigga talk like me

I'm just rapping on the beat

Consider that I'm an artist

I mean you can like the niggas and bitches, I go the hardest

They're aiming at my wolves like they're finna go to target

And you ain't gon' buy shit

I ain't surprised

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

If you got a fucking problem come and get you some

Come and get you some

Just bring your bitch the fun

Me and my fuckin pack of wolves, hollerin through one

I wanna kick a flow but decided to write a speech

That you're worthy getting to me, but I ain't into Regis

And she gossip like a ho

And you know what hoes preach

These niggas go to church and be in the front row sleep

Ballin ain't shit and his homie got a kid

Homie wants to be a chef his homie plan to be a kid

Pop the pills with bitches prissy dirty her skills

Bitch you niggas dont phase me you must be crazy

I say what I want it ain't a but or maybe

And yes she badder than a fucking c class cedes

That she dress like the next girl, wassup baby

Wanna fuck you lay me but you can't replace me

Get this out under the rock and then she can't erase me

Amazing I mace em but a butt keep tasting

Appetizer Tyga, Nas and that categorizer

Sex with her and massages

I chop her up in garages

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

If you got a fucking problem come and get you some

Come and get you some

Just bring your bitch the fun

Me and my fuckin pack of wolves, hollerin through one

Her name is Tatyana, or her name must be Christina

But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia

Her name is McRamon but she sure ain't CRV

That's the type of chick I see around but do hardly

Bitch, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me

Fresher than Chewbacca Shakka

White, tall, starched tee

My wolves bark like trees

Talk like G's

Nigga talk like me

I'm just rapping on the beat

Consider that I'm an artist

I'm there looking like the labels and bitches, I go the hardest

They're aiming at my wolves like they're feeling going to target

And you ain't gonna buy shit

I ain't surprised