[Chorus]

I got twenty in the stash spot, I'll put it on one of your niggas

Buss down my teeth at Johnny Dang, I'm tryna get figures

All of them hoes, they act the same, but girl, you different

Tapped in on a whole 'nother level, I'm tryna get the Richie

Came from sleeping on the floor, young nigga tryna get richer

He got demons in his soul, you can see it all in his pictures

I can't fuck with no lame ho, her friend all in our business

Your ex nigga's a lame-o and I'm on the way to millions

[Verse 1]

They hit if I say so, gon' put you on a menu

Gon' put hittas on payroll, the backend and the venue

I got drillas that lay low do drills up out the rental

I been stacking my pesos, a hundred on the menu

Ninety-nine/99 problems but I cannot let a bitch be one

I been focused on this paper like, "Lil' bitch, be gone"

That new demon got a hemi and a new V charged

Doggy bone on demon time, he down to take that charge

Bitches say I'm acting famous, making sure the bros live large

She ain't never been to Hollywood and walk on stars

Bad lil' bitch, she left Sephora in a foreign car

They don't wanna see me win, they rather see me starve

[Chorus]

I got twenty in the stash spot, I'll put it on one of your niggas

Buss down my teeth at Johnny Dang, I'm tryna get figures

All of them hoes, they act the same, but girl you different

Tapped in on a whole 'nother level, I'm tryna get the Richie

Came from sleeping on the floor, young nigga tryna get richer

He got demons in his soul, you can see it all in his pictures

I can't fuck with no lame ho, her friend all in our business

Your ex nigga's a lame-o and I'm on the way to millions

[Verse 2]

Yeah, whenever the rain go, might pull up on you with it

Take a trip out to Caicos, she want Dior like a stepper

She want me to make us better, I don't need her, I just let her

She know G my favorite letter, double G my Gucci sweater

Keep a Nina and Beretta, yeah

We gon' slide on they side and make it wetter

My homie, yeah, he died at twenty-five, I'm tryna live better (Yeah)

I can't tell a lie, I'll split the pie whenever I get it, yeah

Pop back on my shit them hoes got mad as shit

I been taking trips, you always coming with some baggage, bitch

Pop out in a fit, I put Givenchy on my latest chick

I'm the starting five, I never been the type to play the bench

Wondering who the greatest is

[Chorus]

I got twenty in the stash spot, I'll put it on one of your niggas

Buss down my teeth at Johnny Dang, I'm tryna get figures

All of them hoes, they act the same, but girl you different

Tapped in on a whole 'nother level, I'm tryna get the Richie

Came from sleeping on the floor, young nigga tryna get richer

He got demons in his soul, you can see it all in his pictures

I can't fuck with no lame ho, her friend all in our business

Your ex nigga's a lame-o and I'm on the way to millions

[Outro]

I got ninety-nine/99 problems, woah

I got ninety-nine/99 problems, woah

I got ninety-nine/99 problems, woah

I got ninety-nine/99 problems, woah-woah

I got ninety-nine/99 problems, woah