I love bad (*##$es, that's my $#&@ing problem
And yeah, I like to $#&@, I got a $#&@ing problem
I love bad (*##$es, that's my $#&@ing problem

And yeah, I like to $#&@, I got a $#&@ing problem
I love bad (*##$es, that's my $#&@ing problem
And yeah, I like to $#&@, I got a $#&@ing problem

If finding somebody real is your $#&@ing problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it


[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Hold up, (*##$es simmer down
Taking hella long, (*##$ give it to me now

Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh
A$AP get like me

Never met a mother$#&@er fresh like me
All these mother$#&@ers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith

Cause I'm the ^!$$%, the ^!$$% ^!$$%, like how you figure?
Getting figures and $#&@in' (*##$es, she rolling Swishers
Brought her (*##$es, I brought my ^!$$%s, they getting bent up off the liquor

She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a ^!$$% act !@$@-ish
But least a ^!$$% ^!$$% rich

I be $#&@ing broads like I be $#&@ing bored
Turn a !@() (*##$ out, have her $#&@ing boys, beast


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]

Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the ^!$$%s you've been leadin' on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on

Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a $#&@in' read-along

Ain't a $#&@in' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along
Then ju.. (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on

Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that %#@! you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction

If it's comin' from a ^!$$% I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then mother$#&@er get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often

But this long dick ^!$$% ain't for the long talkin', I beast

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah ho, this the finale

My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mmm

Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I $#&@ em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a ^!$$% don't exist

Girl, I know you want this D
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
A.K.A. Benz-is-to-me-just-a-car

That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow, mmm
Kill em all dead bodies in the hallway

Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I'll do ya, beast


[Hook]