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 YourBoySponge