Fuckin' Problems (Remix)

[Intro: Rick Ross]

We the greatest ever nigga

MMG, yeah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]

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

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

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

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

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

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Here it come, there it goes, guess I'm rolling up the marijuana

Well known as the boss, it's the bottle popping

Talking down, she wanna ball like Cyndi Lauper

I get the cheddar here, baby girl a blood but she kinda cute

Let a nigga gang bang in the found blue (Su-woo)

Red beamer and it's brand new

So shout out to the bitches we done ran through

True connoisseur carnivores, to the whores

Yeah you running with the flow, it wasn't yours

All the boss got butter, it's all gold

Stalley showed it to me first now fast forward

The land lord my influence, is speaking Jewish

Need to get you some insurance for smoking too much

This shit a movie pick a theater in the crib

And you know I got the pole, we get it in, we get it in

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]

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

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

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

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

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

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 2: Stalley]

Speeding in my fast car, reminiscing on the girl that I last saw

And how she cut wood like a hacksaw, wax on wax off man that ass soft

Attached to my fitted, but I get that kitten hat soft

I was jimmy hat strapped when I fell up in that cat: pause

All over my body, me on for my yoning balls had the head down

Tails up like a coin toss rolling up a body

Stretching like Pilate, 110 Maserati

Burning down the highway, burning on some Marley

Could this be love infatuation of the body?

The facts is that I'm sloppy with my feelings and it's got me

Chasing love at six in the morning, horny as a dog in heat chasing after pony

The streets is lonely, but it's just me and the stars

Me and my thoughts, could it be me and the Goddess?

Well if I play my cards right, tarot cards on my dashboard if they re-write

Or leave me right back to my queen tonight, right?

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]

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

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

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

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

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

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it