But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one
The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Bitch ain't one
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
(YEEEAAAHHH)
Back through the system with the riff raff again
The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
(see no highway)
I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
(YEAAAAAAH)
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
Bitch ain't one
Bi-bitch ain't one
YEEAAAAHHHHH