[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I love all my b**hes, that's my f**in' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them n***as got a f**in' problem
I'mma milk all of 'em cause they f**in' cowards
I love red b**hes, there's just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better p**y from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all n***as, I'm your alma mater
I'm the sh**, 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 s** it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, f** 'em to each his own, yessir
I do my d** then I sleep 'em off
Like it just be callin' me, I need to turn my ringer off
Ain't a f**in' 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
f** that sh** you talk, I beat that p**y like production
Or like Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer
n***a, gimme what you've got, take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a b**h, 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 b**hes, okay, what's the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up then I'mma f**in' 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 f**in' possum
And n***a, if your b**h 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 b**hes gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, pa**in' blunts
f** you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And n***as 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 b**hes old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I f**ed 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 p**y, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick sh**, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a f**in' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, b**hes like f**in' problems
And I can't solve sh** if I'm the f**in' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a f**in' 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 b**hes, that's my f**in problem
Had a few ugly b**hes 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 f**in problem
Because I f**ed her once and gave a f** about her
Her hair blown out like the 80s
I drive these b**hes 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, s** 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 a** b**h 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 a** out f** her till we pa** out
f** a hotel, we goin' to my mans house
Scratch that your baby mama was an Amtrak
We treat that p**y like some good weed and pa** that
Yeah, to my n***as, she f** my n***as
Bought some b**hes, 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
n***a you slippin, stupid a** n***a tryna' fall in love
If i fall it's gon be from too many d**
You asking questions, bout what she was
With the rider game, she told you in the club