Fuckin' Problem

[Hook - Lil Wayne] I love all my bitches, that's my fuckin' problem A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem I'mma milk all of 'em cause they fuckin' cowards I love red bitches, there's just something 'bout 'em But I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown one Been schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma mater I'm the shit, where the fly swatter [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I know you dykin' who you eatin' on Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em to each his own, yessir I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off Like it just be callin' me, I need to turn my ringer off Ain't a fuckin' singalong unless you brought the weed along That kush, okay I got it, that kush Cop pounds and put my people on We can take the stairs up to the stars that's where we belong Fuck that shit you talk, I beat that pussy like production Or like Rocky, beat the Russian Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer Nigga, gimme what you've got, take that money like an usher One man band, all you hear is repercussion Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction She looked me in my eyes and said Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I said shorty, you a beast [Hook - Lil Wayne] I love bad bitches, okay, what's the problem If she thinks she gonna come up then I'mma fuckin' drown her I'm wilder than public schools and public housing Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing I was 15 with $100,000 And if you talk trash I'mma fuckin' possum And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem You know what it is, armed robbery Tunechi [Verse 2 - Euro] I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young" I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match And niggas schemin' on what I had, but We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose) And all these new bitches old news Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise" And every dream girl that I fucked came true Now every night feels like deja vu And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes" And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof That sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em? Long story short, money always colorblind She blew the team for some Red Bottoms (Euro) [Verse 3 - Kidd Kidd] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em Can't live with em, Can't live without em Can't trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms Put a S on her breast, she a supermodel If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish Now she say I got a fuckin problem Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her Her hair blown out like the 80s I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me I ain't looking for a lady, call Will Smith to get you hitched I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick That can ride it like that, suck it like this Hit it from the back in the back of the whip I'm a mac, I'm a pimp girl You don't need make up, put this mac on your lips She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man Baby Ima dog and a DMX fan Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again Popped a lil x then i tried explain I keep it too real to ever be a lame Too many girls in this world, you all be lame She all on my dick cause I got street fame Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name Kidd Kidd, a nut from the 9 Tell em don't worry bout me I'm just fine Girl if you comin' with me then let's ride I know you want money so don't waste my time Uh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass out Fuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house Scratch that your baby mama was an Amtrak We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that Yeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggas Bought some bitches, and she was wit' it With you she wasn't, but she did it She let you lick it, but never stick it You be trippin, you say you fallin Nigga you slippin, stupid ass nigga tryna' fall in love If i fall it's gon be from too many drugs You asking questions, bout what she was With the rider game, she told you in the club