I can't believe it.
You can't believe it, baby.
I cannot believe it.
It's really me.
Big hand now.
Wait, what?
If one hater hitting, cause he not neat.
We gon' sit some dreads, hit his head, take a heartbeat.
C'mon, c'mon.
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
Oh, no.
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
Oh, no.
It's just another day around the way, yo.
We gon' blow some trees, call some breeds, get some hay.
Look, look, you don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
Oh, no.
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
Oh, no.
It's just one hater hitting, cause he not neat.
We gon' sit some dreads, hit his head, take his heart.
Big hand now.
You don't want no problem, want no problem.
Boy, I got that karma sutra for your baby mama.
C'mon.
I'ma scoop a number.
Scoop a number.
Call her only when I wanna have fun.
I beat the * up, I'm a son of, I can't disrespect my mama.
Smelling, smelling.
Smelling presidential boy, we call that * Obama.
No good.
* the feds, duck your honor, all that yadda yadda yadda.
I'm too busy seeing commas.
When I was broke, problems make a nigga wanna holler.
But now I'm rich, I ain't even gotta spend a dollar.
They say a bitch ain't one of my 99 problems.
I flipped the script, now all of them DMV.
All this wanna holler, you was flossing.
You ain't offer, act like I ain't never called your boy.
I can't keep it up.
I'm a hunnid, sick to my stomach.
The lack of unity, we all should have plenty money.
But I guess that's just a dream deferred.
Don't worry bout me getting mine, make sure you getting yours.
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
It's just another day around the way.
We gon' blow some trees, call some threes, get some hay.
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
I don't * do, I don't want no problem, want no problem with me.
I don't give one hell of a heck for the 99 people.
Take some real tips, yeah, take it hard to not give.
Huh, huh!
Line face, lookin' like Mufasa, dredged down my back like a Rostec.
Face tats like I'm a mobster, hunnid rounds in a chopper.
Somebody get a doctor, course ain't it like the opera.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, you know I had to break it to ya.
Send a bitch home in a Uber, young lover Mr. Ruger.
Uh huh!
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.