(Hook - Lil Wayne)
I love all my b**hes
That's my f**in' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them n***as got a f**in' problem
I'mma milk all of 'em
Cause they f**in' cowards
I love red b**hes
There's just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better p**y from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all n***as, I'm your alma mater
I'm the sh**
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 s** it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, f** 'em
To each his own, yessir
I do my d** then I sleep 'em off
Like it just be callin' me
I need to turn my ringer off
Ain't a f**in' 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
f** that sh** you talk
I beat that p**y like production
Or like Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer
n***a, gimme what you've got
Take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a b**h, 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 b**hes
Okay, what's the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up
I'mma f**in' 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 f**in' possum?
And n***a, if your b**h 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 b**hes gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, pa**in' blunts
f** you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And n***as 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 b**hes old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I f**ed 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 p**y, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick sh**, a mill, yeah, I'm a f**in' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, b**hes like f**in' problems
And I can't solve sh** if I'm the f**in' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a f**in' 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)