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Who dat motha fucka jealous with tha attitude?
Who dat motha fucka sippin sprite n grey goose?
Who dat motha fucka lookin at me side ways?
Who dat motha fucka copy up my style ways?
Who dat motha fucka tryin to snag up on my bitch?
Who dat motha fucka runnin a mouth jus lika snitch?
Who dat motha fucka clamin he out making hits?
Who dat motha fucka stating that he be da shit?
It ain’t my problem when you see me out, coppin up shit
It ain’t my problem when you can’t afford what I can get
It ain’t my problem that you can’t keep yo, bitch in line
It ain’t my problem that your girl wants to give me her time
It ain’t my problem when your ride breaks down and I drive by
It ain’t my problem when I zoom by doing one thirty five
It ain’t my problem when you see me pushing all this weight
It ain’t my problem I’ve been working it since the grade of 8
It ain’t my problem that you out grinding on the dance floo
It ain’t my problem that I dont dance and I still pull ho’s
It ain’t my problem when you see me looking fresh and fly
It ain’t my problem when I throw up a finger and say lets ride
Who dat motha fucka jealous with tha attitude?
Who dat motha fucka sippin sprite n grey goose?
Who dat motha fucka lookin at me side ways?
Who dat motha fucka copy up my style ways?
Who dat motha fucka tryin to snag up on my bitch?
Who dat motha fucka runnin a mouth jus lika snitch?
Who dat motha fucka clamin he out making hits?
Who dat motha fucka stating that he be da shit?
It ain’t my problem when you see me out, drunk as shit
It ain’t my problem when you can’t hold liquor, little kid
It ain’t my problem that I’m fashionably uptight and clean
It ain’t my problem that your color coordination makes her scream
It ain’t my problem that I’ve been living this here beach-side dream
It ain’t my problem that you workin 9 to 5, little drama queen
It ain’t my problem when I stay up to date with the brand new tech
It ain’t my problem when you gotta call yo momma, you gotta call collect
It ain’t my problem that my swagger shines as a bright a star
It ain’t my problem that your swag is duller than the paint on yo car
It ain’t my problem when you see me looking fresh and fly
It ain’t my problem when I throw up the finger and say lets ride
Who dat motha fucka jealous with that attitude?
Who dat motha fucka sippin sprite n grey goose?
Who dat motha fucka lookin at me side ways?
Who dat motha fucka copy up my style ways?
Who dat motha fucka tryin to snag up on my bitch?
Who dat motha fucka runnin a mouth jus lika snitch?
Who dat motha fucka clamin he out making hits?
Who dat motha fucka stating that he be da shit?
It ain’t my problem
Nah, It ain’t my problem
Nope, it ain’t my problem
It ain’t my problem
Who dat motha fucka jealous with that attitude?
Who dat motha fucka sippin sprite n grey goose?
Who dat motha fucka lookin at me side ways?
Who dat motha fucka copy up my style ways?
Who dat motha fucka tryin to snag up on my bitch?
Who dat motha fucka runnin a mouth jus lika snitch?
Who dat motha fucka clamin he out making hits?
Who dat motha fucka stating that he be da shit?
It ain’t my problem
It ain’t my problem
It ain’t my problem
It ain’t my problem
BITCH!!
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