Not My Problem

A real problem that you can't solve

I let the drinks sit way too long, and I had watched the ice dissolve

With my bros inside the mall, like fuck the price, I want it all

I'm hittin' bitches now that way back then, ain't answer when I called

99 problems, and a bitch ain't one

Yeah, she bad, but she a problem

But I think I can take one

Like, how is you trippin'

About a lil chick that I hit, and I passed it right to the gang 'nem

She see the fit, and she see the shit on my wrist

Hold it up, I ain't got say nun'

It's a bold line