Beyoncé, Kendrick Lamar - AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM lyrics

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