[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Watchin' haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked,
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is bang cock.
Got her hair done, French braids now she A,
Bino so insensitive, she askin', “Why you say that?”
I'm chillin', real nigga feeling,
Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain,
Still spittin' that cash flow: DJ Khaled,
I got a penthouse on both coasts – pH balance.
Real nigga, I rep those. Why though? ‘Cause I said so.
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds,
I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'n Low,
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eatin', though?
Are you eatin', though? Nigga, are you eatin', though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even know,
Never catchin' cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano.
My architect know Japanese, yo girl, she chalky knees,
No hands like soccer teams, and y'all fuck boys like Socrates,
You niggas ain't coppin' these, niggas ain't lookin' like me,
Nah, I ain't checkin' I.D. but I bounce ‘em with no problem,
Tell ‘em, Problem.
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin',
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin',
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin',
Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain.
[Chorus: Problem]
Don't be mad ‘cause I'm doin' me better than you doin' you,
Don't be mad ‘cause I'm doin' me better than you doin' you,
Don't be mad ‘cause I'm doin' me better than you doin' you,
Better than you doin' you, fuck it, what you gon' do?
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport, Instagram, my stack load,
#mydaywear, and your girl drink my day care,
And I'm born rich, life ain't fair, silver spoon coon, ho!
Ain't nobody sicker and my Fisker vroom vroom, ho!
Ain't nobody...
Fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know.
Top of the hold ‘em totem, rich forever, a million was not the quota,
My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no diploma.
Year off, got no rules, trippin' off of them toadstools,
More green than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum,
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a.k.a.,
White hood, white hood, okay!
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA,
So Maserati, you whippin' a Kia,
Spendin' this money, it's longer than Nia,
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia,
Wakin' up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya,
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up,
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her,
Eh-eh-eh-eh – onomatopoeia,
Oh, I got my cool on, tailormade,
I'm winnin' so they had to dump the Gatorade,
And I don't give a fuck about my family name.
[Chorus]
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