Here Are the Lyrics to Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby’s ‘Do We Have a Problem?’

I just told P, “This really n—as’ worst nightmare, man
They don’t wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie” (Papi Yerr)

Tell ’em my niña, my bi—, she a rider
I got a shooter, and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bi—, word to Fivio
N—as know the vibe, that’s word to five, yo
Beef, we ’bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?

Hmm, hold up shorty, hold up bi—, please don’t touch me
Look at my fit, look at my ankle, look at my wrist
This one a pack, this one a brick
That one a opp, that one a lick
This one for Pop, this one for Juice
I am the one, bi—, you a deuce (brrt)
N—as give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (get love in my city)
N—as’ll son your whole set like it’s a round six clips
Whole team get flyer than round trips, bi—
She’s still spyin’ on my flicks (flicks)
He admirin’ my drip (drip)
Check what I do, the check’ll clear too
Pull up like a drive-thru, so check your rearview
I don’t care how long it take to get a opp back
All my n—as outside, steak, bi—, we outback (outback)
I don’t care how long it take to get a (opp back)
All my n—as (outside), steak, bi—, (we outback)
Brrt

Tell ’em my niña, my bi—, she a rider
I got a shooter, and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bi—, word to Fivio
N—as know the vibe, that’s word to five, yo
Beef, we ’bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?

Ayo Baby, let’s go

2022, I’m comin’ through in that new sh– (oop)
How we opps? You see me and you don’t do sh– (brrt)
I done really trapped in the Carter, I got the blueprint
Gallery Department, went shoppin’, I like the loose fit
What’s the point of havin’ this muscle if you don’t use it?
I play the game to win, I’m not losin’
Opps know my address, I’m not movin’
Brodie know to take it to trial, they gotta prove it
She get what she want when we screwin’
I’m on point, I know what I’m doin’
Way too smart to act like I’m stupid
I get my advice from Mike Rubin
I’m not by myself, my whole crew lit
Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print
It is what it is, I can’t make no excuses (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit the whole group, do that make me a groupie?
Balenciaga coat, this is not Gucci
We went city to city in bulletproofs
You can’t run with my gang, they’ll bully you
Been had switches, I know what them fullys do
I’m a vibe, let me know what you wanna do
Ain’t no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two
(We be ménagin’, it boost up his ego)
She a lil’ demon off that Casamigos (woo)
Yeah, Baby

Tell ’em my niña, my bi—, she a rider
I got a shooter, and I got a driver
They want that heat, I’m the only provider
Little bad foreign bi—, word to Fivio
N—as know the vibe, that’s word to five, yo
Beef, we ’bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?

There’s no autotune on me, is there? (Nope)
Don’t mean a rapper when I say bi—es ride the wave
Floodin’ my watch, but ain’t givin’ a clown the time of day
Ain’t-ain’t talkin’ Christmas, wouldn’t holla in my holidays
I-I f— with n—as that be shootin’ at they opps for days
Trust me (trust me), they gon’ let me know (know)
They gon’ rep me when they catch you lackin’
That .45 Special flow (flow)
They gon’ wet you, yo (yo)
Yes, I’m always good for the bag
N—as gon’ hop out on that ass, ski mask

Heavy on the ski-mask too
And the ski-mask ain’t for the pandemi’
It-it go with the semi, paid a pretty damn penny
(Brrt)
Ski-mask way

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Written by: Anthony Woart Jr., Dominique Jones, Joshua Goods, Onika Maraj