Fuckin Problems ft. Kidd Kidd, Euro (DatPiff Exclusive)
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 likin' 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 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] I love bad bitches Okay, what's the problem If she thinks she gonna come up I'mma fuckin' drown her I'm wildin' in 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, a mill, 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