Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Huh, yuh, yuh Huh, yuh, yuh Huh, yuh, yuh
Tell em, P
Got the club jumpin' like it's 1999
I got 99 problems and all of them fine (yeah)
All of them dimes
Too many to choose
I just can't decide
Who gon' be my wife?
Who gon' get this tripe!
I'm really on a Q.U.E.S.T
Who gon' build my tribe?
I like my women, huh, obsessed with me physically, mentally, huh, sexually
They can't take me as a whole, that's why they always section me
I'ma always shout f*ck 12; was in a cell raisin' hell
They finally let me free, I'm walkin' out like Vince McMahon, huh
All these voices in my head, I feel like Randy Orton
Here's a who, not talkin' Dr Seuss
Shawty rub me the wrong way, she ain't even no masseuse
Huh, touchdown in Amsterdam, I'm gettin' stoned Medusa
Incognito mode, huh, I'm gettin' checks undisputed
Mm, pressin' wit Nike's on
She feel it in her toes
Huh, she feel it in her sole
She feel it in her soul