1:30 to 2:22

[Chorus]
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we can (Ooh) solve it
Ayy

[Verse]
I know ya love it when this beat is on
Make ya think about all of the n***as you've been leading on
Made me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speaking on, oh, word?
Ain't heard my album? Who ya sleeping on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along 'less ya brought the weed along
Then ju—okay, I got it
Then just drop down and get cha eagle on
Or we can starе up at the stars and put the Beatlеs on
All that shit you talking 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay da make it bigger, Ion't pay for no reduction
If it's coming from a n***a Ion't know, then Ion't trust it
If ya coming for my head, then, muh'fucker, get da busting
Yes, Lord, Ion't really say this often
But this long-dick n***a ain't for the long talking
I'm beast