America Has A Problem Song Lyrics by Beyoncé
“America, America has a problem”
Heard you got that D for mePray your love is deep for meI’ma make you go weak for meMake you wait a whole week for me (for me)I see you watchin’ (fiendin’)I know you want it (schemin’)I know you need it (drug lord)You want it on you? (Don’t I know)You need love, I need some tooDo you want this like it wants you?
Know that booty gon’ do what it want toCan’t hit it one time, multipleI know you see these racks, racks, racks on meNow come and get high-igh-igh-igh-igh-ighTwenty-forty-eighty out the trapHit it with the rap, put it on the mapThen we right back (back, back, back)Call me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-ighTony Montana with the racksIvy P on my bag, double G’s on my dashNigga, I’m bad, I’m bad (tell me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-igh)
Boy, you can’t get no higher than thisNo‘Cause love don’t get no higher than thisNo, no
Grind (grind)Boy, you know I grind (grind)When I pull up these jeans, you’re mine(When I pull up these jeans, you’re mine)You’re mine (you’re mine, you’re mine)When I step on the scene theyCan’t wait to back it upYour ex-dealer dope, but it ain’t crack enoughI’m supplyin’ my manI’m in demand soon as a I landJust know I roll with them goons (goons)In case you start actin’ familiarThis kind of love, big businessWhole slab, I kill for
Boy, you can’t get no higher than thisNo‘Cause love don’t get no higher than thisNo, no
Grind (grind)Boy, you know I grind (grind)When I pull up these jeans, you’re mine(When I pull up these jeans, you’re mine)You’re mine (you’re mine, you’re mine)When I step on the scene theyCan’t wait to back it upYour ex-dealer dope, but it ain’t crack enoughI’m supplyin’ my manI’m in demand soon as a I landJust know I roll with them goons (goons)In case you start actin’ familiarThis kind of love, big businessWhole slab, I kill for
Know that booty gon’ do what it want toCan’t hit it one time, multipleI know you see these racks, racks, racks on meNow come and get high-igh-igh-igh-igh-ighTwenty-forty-eighty out the trapHit it with the rap, put it on the mapThen we right back (back, back, back)Call me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-ighTony Montana with the racksDouble C’s on my bag, double G’s on my dashNigga, I’m bad, I’m bad (tell me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-igh)