She Solve All Problems lyrics

[Intro]
I got a black b*tch I want to introduce
You hating ass n*ggas to, know what I'm saying?
She solve all motherf*cking problems
I got a lot of problems but a b*tch ain't 1

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I ride in a Rolls
With Bullet proof Doors
One call to my goons
They invade your Home
I'm out here getting Money
I take care my Business
New rings on, Two chains on
I'm riding around and getting it
n*gga out here bumping gums like we ain't gone get em'
n*gga think we playing games till we catch him slipping
Get a tag on your toes, hope your casket fit ya
Yo mama crying in the church with yo baby sister
f*cking with that white girl, call her Taylor Swift
Put that pistol to yo face, you'll get a face lift
You keep talking, In yo own grave
Boy we shooting on sight, so you DOA

[Hook]
I got this black b*tch, she a fine ass model
I like to squeeze her ass, I like to hear her holla
When my funds low, she'll go and get them dollars
What I love about her, She solve all problems
She solve all problems, She solve all problems
She solve all problems, She solve all problems
What I love about her, She solve all problems
She solve all problems, She solve all problems
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Hundred rounds, no way I'm missing
f*ck a snitch We'll leave no witness
Now you sleeping with the fishes
Should of mind your f*cking business
Straight up out the Three Six Mafia
Run up on ya, then pop ya
Have ya body missing for a hundred years, Jimmy Hoffa
All my n*ggas real, just dealers and killers
And you won't know who a killer, untill he kill ya
Don't Blame me, take a look in the mirror
You a b*tch in the streets, but you gangster on Twitter
We got them guns, Memphis n*ggas call em' yoppers
When we pull them pistols out n*ggas wanna talk
You tough as King Kong when you with your partners
But they to busy running to even see who shot ya