Problems

I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

 

Think about all the bitches that you cheating on,

Nigga play cool like nigga got his skiing on, tell his girlfriends dump him and his real friends fuck him,

Just think of all the nights that he sleeping wrong,

Waiting all the nights to know that the reaper's gone,

Time on his hands to know that the weeks are gone,

We can fuck around to know that the drinks are strong,

We can stuck around to know that the liquor wrong,

Got Kush in the air that's a sing along,

Got Kush in my hand, that's were we belong,

Fuck around, what I do is for my nigga

On the ground like a hound sit my motherfucking hitter,

You know she a bad bitch when she got a man with her,

You know she a feline pet when she got a cat sister,

You can tell I'm rich, you can look at my wrist er,

And she a bad bitch and I'll probably die with her,