Problems歌詞

If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
(got it mike?)
He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics who say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd be celebrating the minute you was having doe
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like the lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
They don't play our hits we don't give a shit SO
All these mags tryna use our ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take us as
or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
From rags to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one