[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and I love bad bitches my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin I love bad that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a problem If findin somebody real is fuckin problem Bring ya girls to the maybe we can solve it
[Verse 1: Rocky] up bitches simmer down Takin' hella bitch give it to me now Make that thing pop like a or a nine Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy ya Huh, get like me Never met a fucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress me Put the chrome to your dome you sweat like Keith I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga Like how you figures and fuckin bitches She rollin for her bitches I bought my they getting bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her it They say money make a nigga act But at a nigga nigga rich I be broads like I be fuckin bored Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin
[Verse 2: I know you love it when this is on you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on Make me think about all of the rappers been feeding on Got a feeling that's the same dudes we speakin' on, oh word? You heard my album? who you sleepin' on? You should print the out and have a fucking read-along Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the along Then Juuuuuuuuu (laughs) Then Juuuust drop down and get yo' on Or we can stare up at the and put The Beatles on All that you talkin' bout is not up for discussion I pay to make it bigger I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga I don't then I don't trust it If you comin' from out here muhhfucka get to bustin' Yes Looooooooooooorrd I don't really say this But this long dick ain't for the long talkin I
[Verse 3: Kendrick ho this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep Say she's the hood but she live inside in the valley now Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Got your on my line, world on my line The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn She eyeing me like a don't exist Girl, I know you this dick Girl, I'm Lamar Aka is to me is just a car That mean your friends to be up to par See my standards are papered by threesomes em all dead bodies in the hallway Don't get involved to what the crystal ball say Halle berry, Holla back do ya