AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM lyrics - Beyonce

America, America has a problem

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

I see you watching, fiending

I know you want it, scheming

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

'Cause love don't get no higher than this, 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 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 (Higher)

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 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

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

Double C's 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