Verse 1: Childish Gambino & Problem
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked (Yeah?)
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok (Yeah?)
Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she askin “Why you say that?!”
Im chillin (Yeah), real nigga feelin
Rich kid, asshole paint me as a villain (Ma!)
Still spitting 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 that Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo (What)
You faker than some SweetN Low (Why?)
Yeah, you got some silverware
But really are you eating though? (Yeah)
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch, and dinners for beginners, you aint even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese (Yeah?)
Your girl, she jockin these (Yeah?)
No hands like soccer teams and yall fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas aint coppin these, niggas aint lookin like me (Nah)
Nah, I aint checkin I.D. (Nah), but I bounce em with no problem
Tell em, Problem (Problem!)

Bridge: Childish Gambino & Problem
Im winnin, yeah, yeah, Im winnin (What?)
Im winnin, yeah, yeah, Im winnin (What?)
Im winnin, yeah, yeah, Im winnin (What?)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

Chorus: Problem
What?
Dont be mad cause Im doing me better than you doing you
Dont be mad cause Im doing me better than you doing you
Dont be mad cause Im doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon do? (What?!)

Verse 2: Childish Gambino
Different color, my passport
Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear, and your girl drank my day care
And Im born rich, life aint fair, its silver spoon coon, ho
Aint nobody sicker in my Fisker, “vroom-vroom,” ho
Aint nobody—
(Fiskers dont make noise when they start up, just so you know)
Top of the holy totem
Ri-ri-ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, trippin off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods
And Im too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that A-K-A
White hood, white hood, O-KKK
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
Show Maserati, you whippin a Kia
Spendin this money, its longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Wakin up broke, man, wouldnt wanna be ya
Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
“Err-eh-err-eh,” onomatopoeia
Ohh, I got my cool on! (Tailor-made!)
Im winnin so they had to dump the Gatorade (Gatorade)
And I dont give a fuck about my family name

Chorus: Problem
What?
Dont be mad cause Im doing me better than you doing you
Dont be mad cause Im doing me better than you doing you
Dont be mad cause Im doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon do? (What?!)