[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

I love all my bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

A two dollar bill is still a couple dollars

And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problem

I'ma 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 dykin' 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 it, 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"

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

I love bad bitches, okay, what's the problem

If she thinks she gonna come up, then I'ma fuckin' drown her

I'm wilder than 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'ma fuckin' possum

And nigga, if your bitch got a 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, I'm ill, 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 them hoes poking holes up in condoms

Put a S on her breast, she a supermodel

If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish

Now she say I got a fuckin' problem

Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her

Her hair blown out like the 80s

I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me

I ain't looking for a lady, call Will Smith to get you hitched

I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick

That can ride it like that, suck it like this

Hit it from the back in the back of the whip

I'm a mac, I'm a pimp, girl

You don't need make up, put this mac on your lips

She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man

Baby, I'ma dog and a DMX fan

Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again

Popped a lil x then I tried to explain

I keep it too real to ever be a lame

Too many girls in this world, you all be lame

She all on my dick 'cause I got street fame

Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name

Kidd Kidd, a nut from the 9

Tell 'em don't worry 'bout me, I'm just fine

Girl, if you comin' with me then let's ride

I know you want money so don't waste my time

Uh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass out

Fuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house

Scratch that your baby mama was an Amtrak

We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that

Yeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggas

Bought some bitches, and she was wit' it

With you she wasn't, but she did it

She let you lick it, but never stick it

You be trippin', you say you fallin'

Nigga you slippin', stupid ass nigga tryna' fall in love

If I fall, it's gon' be from too many drugs

You asking questions, 'bout what she was

With the rider game, she told you in the club