Problems

Problems

Bottom of the bottle

3301 house,

Turned into a brothel

Sorry

Sorry

Crashed another 'Rari

Pull up to The Gala

If you in here that's a party

Shawty off the molly

Turned her to a zombie

She keep getting paranoid

Can't keep these bitches off me

My bitch is a Barbie

She feeling me

Took three pills

Right now, before and after

That's a trilogy

Y'all don't get no sympathy

If you don't got no Tiffany

The studs

Wrist

Ears

Neck, singing sound like a symphony

I'm ahead of the times

But they document my history

Why these crown vics tryna take away my victories?

I pull up in a all black fit

Sprinter van, but there's no mystery

I smoke these lil niggas

Like they some hickory

I'm tryna cut these hoes off

They come to my door, this ain't no trick or treat

They only got tricks up they sleeve

If you ain't the cameraman takin' pics

You can leave

I'm in the GMS house

Treat it like the guest house

Hoes come and get left out

They pop a couple X's And get X'd out

I wonder where my ex now?

Bet she got problems

Bet she got problems

Bet she got problems

Bet she got problems

Problems, problems

Bet she got problems

Bottom of the bottle

3301 house

Turned into a brothel

Sorry

Sorry

Crashed another 'Rari

Pull up to The Gala

If you in here that's a party