Featuring Kidd Kidd & Euro
(Hook - Lil Wayne)
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
(Euro)
(Verse 3 - Kidd Kidd)
I love bad bitches – that’s my fuckin problem
Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em
Can’t live with em, can’t live without em
Can’t trust some hoes poking holes up in condoms
Put her ass on a brush, she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids do that make you childish?
Now she say I got a fuckin problem
Because I fucked her once and gave her fuck a bottle
Her hair blown out like the 80’s
I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me
I ain’t lookin for a lady, call was meant to get you here
I ain’t lookin for a wife, I need a one night trick
That could ride like that, suck it like this
Hit it from the back in the back of the whip
I’mma mack, I’mma pimp girl
You don’t need makeup with this mack on yo lips
She drive a X5 beefin with her ex man
Baby I’m a dog and a DMX fan
Told myself I wouldn’t mess with my ex again
Popped a little X then I tried to explain
I keep too real to ever be a lame
Too many girls in this world yall to be lame
She all on my dick cuz I got street fame
Tell that thirsty ass bitch don’t speak my name
Kiki, enough from the 9
Tell em don’t worry bout me, I’m just fine
Girl if you comin with me the let’s ride
See I know you want money so don’t waste my time uh
With that ass out, fuck until we pass out
Fuck a hotel, we going to my man’s house
Scratch that, yo baby mama was an am track
We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that
Yea, they’re my niggas
She fucked my niggas, brought some bitches
And she was witty, with you she wasn’t but she did it
She let you lick it but never stick it
You be trippin
You said you fallin, nigga you slippin uh
Stupid ass nigga tryna fall in love
If I fall it’s gonna be from too many drugs
You askin questions bout where she was
With the Rider Gang, she told you in the club
Ha ha