Lyrics:

If you're havin' girl problems,
I feel bad for you son,
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one.

Tip my to the sun in the west,
Feel the beat right in my chest,
At the crossroads a second time,
Make the devil change his mind.

It's a pound of flesh,
But it's really a ton,
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one.

If you're havin' girl problems,
I feel bad for you son,
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one.
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one.

Like broken glass under my feet,
I can lose my mind in this heat.
Lookin' for the prize but I don't want blood,
Order one drink then I drink the flood.

You can come inside but your friends can't come,
Ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain't one.

If you're havin' girl problems,
I feel bad for you son,
Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one.
I got ninety-nine,
ninety-nine,
ninety-nine,
ninety-nine,
Ninety-nine problems... But a bitch ain't one.

Ninety-nine,
Ninety-nine problems... But a bitch ain't one.