Lyrics
Oh yeah
If you ain't got no money you can go ahead
And turn this song off right now
Yeah
Hit it in the morning I was out by three
Got a lotta money and I'm outta yo' league
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
My pockets so heavy my pants be stretching
She think that I'm dumb, I'm keeping her guessing
I keep a bust down, I got a few exes
They never cross paths, I'm keeping them separate
Ninety-nine problems, getting money ain't one
I'm a Bruce like Wayne, I don't even need a gun
And I got a lot of shine, I'm allergic to the sun
And I got a lot of honey, I'm allergic to the bun
And I got a lot of Net, I'm allergic to the Flix
And I got a lot of Chops, I'm allergic to the Sticks
And I can't really drive, but I'm all in the mix
Cause my pockets so fat they confuse them for bricks
Ninety-nine problems, ain't none of them chicks
Gotta go to the vet cause my snail got ticks
Every time I walk around the paparazzi snapping pics
Politics and the media trying to get a fix
Wa-walk in the mall I'm counting my chips
Money guacamole, I get it then dip
She went to the doctor, injected her lips
She went and get pretty, took a Dubai trip
And then we went skiing on top of a ship
I bought a whole bottle and just took a sip
She told me I'm hip and showed me her nip
I gave her a tip and then I just dipped
Hit it in the morning I was out by three
Got a lotta money and I'm outta yo' league
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Got a lotta money
Yo Kmoore this beat was trash
In a good way
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