AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM (Remix) lyrics - Beyonce (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

 America, America has a problem

(Lama)

Tourbillon watcher, pgLang collar, 9-11 slider

Look at my garages, synced up

Get the genie out the bottle and point at any model

(Lamar)

What, what, what, ayy, what

Go, Stink, fuck it up, go, Stink, fuck it up

Go, Stink, that's what's up, go, Stink, I'm in love

Hey, boo-boo, too much complexity to learn me from Google

My momma told me that the money outgrew you

My horoscope said I'm really out my noodle

I'm troublin', I'm puzzlin', it's sudoku

Say Bey, yes America got a problem

Geeked up, choosy lover, that chose violence

Universal, please don't play possum

I'm a business man doin' as follows

Truthfully, I be lyin' in my rap song

'Cause I always fail to mention I'll slap homie

His career didn't come with no life insurance

Hope his day one fans got some facts on 'em

I'm an honorary Beyhive, let's see why

Them diamonds don't be fly, they all CGI

You better get it off your chest like breast reduction

If she stressed over you, she stressed for nothin'

Hold up, wait a minute

Even AI gotta practice clonin' Kendrick

The double entendre, the encore remnants

I pop like tin men, the opps need ten men

Billboard, they know (Out for us, ride or else)

After Hov, rightfully so (Bust for us, not us)

Simmer down, I go, I go (Culture, you got us, you got us)

Heard you got that D for me

Pray your love is deep for me

I'ma make you go weak for me

Make 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 too

Do you want this like it wants you?

Know that booty gon' do what it want to

Can't hit it one time, multiple

I know you see these rack-rack-racks on me

Now come and get hi-i-i-i-i-igh

Twenty, forty, eighty out the trap, hit it with the rap

Put it on the map, then we right back

Call me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh

Tony Montana with the racks

Ivy P on my bag, double G's on my dash

Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad

Tell me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh

Boy, you can't get no higher than this, no, no

'Cause love don't get no higher than this, no, no, no, no, 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, they

Can't wait to back it up

Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain't crack enough

I'm supplying my man, I'm in demand soon as I land

Just know I roll with them goons (Goons)

In case you start acting familiar

This kind of love, big business

Whole slab, I kill for

Boy, you can't get no higher than this, no (Higher)

'Cause love don't get no higher than this, no, no, no, no, 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, they

Can't wait to back it up

Your ex-dealer dope, but it ain't crack enough

I'm supplying my man, I'm in demand soon as I land

Just know I roll with them goons (Goons)

In case you start acting familiar

This kind of love, big business

Whole slab, I kill for

Know that booty gon' do what it want to (Fam)

Can't hit it one time, multiple

I know you see these rack-rack-racks on me (Racks)

Now come and get hi-i-i-i-i-igh

Twenty, forty, eighty out the trap, hit it with the rap

Put it on the map, then we right back (Run it back)

Call me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh

Tony Montana with the racks

Ivy P on my bag, double G's on my dash

Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tell me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh