☆ F–kin’ Problems

[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and A$AP Rocky]
I love bad bitches, thats my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, thats my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, thats 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 Im 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 nigger-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

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas youve been leadin on
Make me think about all of the rappers Ive been feedin on
Got a feelin thats the same dudes that we speakin on, oh word?
Aint heard my album? Who you sleepin on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin read-along
Aint a fuckin sing-along less you brought the weed along
Then ju.. (Okay, I got it)
Then just dro,p 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 dont pay for no reduction
If its comin from a nigga I dont know, then I dont trust it
If you comin for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin
Yes Lord, I dont really say this often
But this long dick nigga aint for the long talkin, I beast

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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
Vacad 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 dont exist
Girl, I know you want this di–
Girl, Im 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
Dont get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back Ill do ya, beast