America Has a Problem (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Too much, ho, don't do too much
Pullin' up to Magic City in a Uber
Pockets fatter than a motherf*ckin' FUPA
When I enter Magic City, b*tches group up
Off-White head-to-toe like the Ku-Klan
Diamonds on Dance-Dance-Revolution
Got a new man then I got a new Benz
This is my motherf*ckin' n*gga, what-it-do dance
Rich b*tch on a rich n*gga hit list
If this b*tch gets slick, she'll get hit
Hoes washed up, dishes
Lost and found, these hoes been missin'
D-O-E, you can not define me
Like Beyoncé, you could not find me
I'm chillin' in The Hills with the roof off
Step in the motherf*ckin' booth and kick my shoеs off
Like, let's get it, chеck critics
Hoes pressed? Let's print it
Most original and most these hoes just don't admit it
Doechii gettin' dough and do-si-doin' on these n*ggas
Hoes drop, it's crickets
Doe' drop, sell tickets
Why you b*tches diggin' dirt? Dig up my net worth
I know your b*tches neck hurt 'cause I'm pressure
How you turn a hunnid fans into a hunnid bands?
How you turn a hunnid bands into a hunnid M's?
How you from the North and claimin' you a croc' b*tch?
How you bitin' on the one and only Swamp b*tch?
I see a lotta b*tches, I don't see a lotta stars
I hear a lot of rappers, I don't hear a lot of bars
I see a lot of plastic, I don't see a lot of Barbz
I see a lot of digits, I don't care about the charge
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