Lyrics

GloRilla, woo, ayy On the gang, on the, on the gang He got 99 problems, and the biggest one is me (yup) He got all of these lil' bitches, and the biggest one is me (yup) Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin', 'cause I be smokin' weed It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (tell me please) Money long, check (check), pussy good, check (let's go) Momma straight, check (ayy), right now, I'm feelin' blessed Right now, I'm on they ass, and I don't plan on lettin' up (fuck 'em) We probably wouldn't be poppin' shit if nobody was mad at us (ahh) I'd rather give the people hope, it's pointless to be givin' fucks Cuban 'round my neck, look like my opps when they be linkin' up ('cause they pissy) Ayy, I'm in Cali now, now I'm in NYC On the way to MIA (where you from?), but I'm from Tennessee Livin' in the suburbs now, I still got ratchet tendencies (on the gang) I'm juiced up now they throwin' shots, I still be drinkin' Hennessy (ooh, wee) My yellow bumpin' ass, I'm feelin' like a speed bump (ayy) All these labels watchin', lookin' at me like I need her My cousin in a toxic situation, need to free her See me at the top, a ho can't pay me shit to meet up (on the gang) Bills paid, check (let's go), edges slayed? Check (yeah) Bitches hatin'? Yup, do it faze me? Uh-huh Pussy clean? Yup, you shop on Shein? Yup They makin' memes (hahaha), on the gang He got 99 problems, and the biggest one is me (yup) He got all of these lil' bitches, and the biggest one is me (yup) Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin', 'cause I be smokin' weed It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need And sweetiem if you want lil' buddy backm you gotta tell me please (tell me please) Money long, check (check), pussy good, check (let's go) Momma straight, check (ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed She got 99 problems, and I can solve everyone She got nine to ten niggas, I may rob everyone I'm a north nigga rep them three numbers, 901 And I'm paranoid, I ain't goin' nowhere without a gun (I am) When I tell a ho that blicky extendo stickin' out her purse (purse) And she know I fucked her friend but we tryna make that shit work And we both come from the bottom (bottom), matchin' AP's rockin' Prada I may let her count a couple million dollars, get the pussy wet Man, you a gangster on the internet (Twitter) 99 opps but where yo' shooters at? (What y'all shootin' at?) I got 99 soldiers, and I can feed everyone All the guys that got a bond, I'll free everyone I got five or six homes, I got ten or twelve cars I ain't trickin' to no bitch before I take care my niggas behind bars She say I'm thinkin' wit' my dick, I guess I'm thinkin' really hard (hard) 'Cause I'Il give a bitch a check before I give a ho my heart (yeah, on the gang) He got 99 problems, and the biggest one is me (yup) He got all of these lil' bitches, and the biggest one is me (yup) Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin', 'cause I be smokin' weed It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need And sweetie if you want lil' buddy back you gotta tell me please (tell me please) Money long, check (check), pussy good, check (let's go) Momma straight, check (ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed
Writer(s): Gloria Woods, Antonio Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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