[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and I love bad bitches, that's my fucking And yeah I like to fuck, I got a problem I bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking I love bad bitches, that's my problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a problem If finding somebody real is your problem ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
[Verse 1: Rocky] Hold up simmer down Takin' hella long give it to me now Make that pop like a semi or a nine Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy ya Huh, get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh me All these motherfuckers wanna like me Put the chrome to your dome make you like Keith Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, how you figure? Getting figures and fucking bitches, she rollin' Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her it They say money make a act nigga-rish But at a nigga nigga rich I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' Turn a dyke bitch out her fuckin' boys, beast
I bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I to fuck, I got a fucking problem I love bad bitches, that's my fucking And yeah I like to fuck I got a problem I love bad bitches, that's my problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a problem If finding somebody real is your problem Bring ya to the crib maybe we can solve it
2: Drake] I know you love it when this is on Make you think about all of the niggas been leading on Make me think about all of the rappers I've been on Got a feeling that's the same that we speakin' on, oh word? Ain't my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along ju... (Okay, I got it) Then just drop down and get yo' on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the on All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for I will pay to make it bigger, I pay for no reduction If comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head, then get to bustin' Yes Lord, I don't really say often But this long dick nigga ain't for the talking, I beast
I love bad bitches, that's my problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking I love bad bitches, that's my problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking I love bad bitches, that's my fucking And yeah I to fuck, I got a fucking problem If somebody real is your fucking problem Bring ya girls to the maybe we can solve it
[Verse 3: Lamar] Yeah hoe this the My pep talk turn into a pep Say she's the hood but she live inside 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 damn time She eyeing me a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want dick Girl, I'm Lamar Aka Benz is to me a car mean your friends need to be up to a par See my standards are pampered by threesomes Kill 'em all dead in the hallway Don't get listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, Holla back I'll do ya,
I love bad bitches, my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a problem I love bad bitches, that's my fucking And yeah I like to I got a fucking problem I bad bitches, that's my fucking problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking If finding somebody real is your fucking Bring ya girls to the crib we can solve it