F**kin' Problems

[Hook: 2 Chainz (Drake)] 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) [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Hold up, bitches simmer down Taking hella long, bitch give it to me now Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine Ooh baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya Huh, A$AP get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure? Getting figures and fuckin' bitches She rolling Swishers, brought her bitches I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish But least a nigga nigga rich I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fucking boys, beast [Hook: 2 Chainz (Drake)] 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) [Verse 2: Drake] Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leadin' on Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word? Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along Ain't a fuckin' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along Then ju.. (Okay, I got it) Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin' Yes Lord, I don't really say this often But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I'm beast [Hook: 2 Chainz (Drake)] 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) [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Uh, yeah ho, this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep rally Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley now Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mmm Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar A.K.A. Benz is to me, just a car That mean your friends-es need be up to par See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow, mmm Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, hallelujah Holla back, I'll do ya, beast [Hook: 2 Chainz (Drake)] 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)