Back in the days there was this ho, I knew before I had cash

Down then, brown skin, big titties, fat ass

Until one day, I really started bugging this shit

**** was like "F., how could you fall in love with this bitch?"

But come to find out, shorty was a shiesty hoe

She had a **** really digging, she was wifey though

Fine, way outta line, with a mind that was mad vicious

I never had riches, so she listen to them crab bitches

And sometimes I think she only fucked with me

'Cause of the way I suck titties and never bust nuts quickly

Not at all thinking weed smoking and alcohol drinking

If honey's lonely, that's probably 'cause she money-hungry

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

It's from the spirit, so when you hear these lyrics to sing

Nowadays these honeys all about material things

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

But I'ma deal with it and be real with it

And if your ex give you ass, you should still hit it

Now you wanna take the time and speak to me

'Cause I be rhyming and shining, frequently

Fake **** popping most, saying 'peace' to me

These high prize hoes ain't seen at least a G

You ain't the same dimepiece that I used to love

Sniffing coke, doing drugs, guzzlin' booze with thugs

Fuck a bitch, but this snake shit gotta be known

Plus I couldn't leave the motions of a body alone

I used to try to be nice and never lie to hoes

Now I keep them bitches thinking I'ma buy them clothes

Busting nuts, if not on, or near, faces, and rear places

Like bathroom floors, halls, and stair cases

You was the only one that I was close to

Now act like I ain't supposed to

Violate and expose you, violate and expose you

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

It's from the spirit, so when you hear these lyrics to sing

Nowadays these honeys all about material things

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

But I'ma deal with it and be real with it

And if your ex give you ass, you should still hit it

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate women and all

But I do hate the faggots that's resembling y'all

And to you chicken-head bitches, I remember when y'all

Used to had me se- tripping, now I never could fall

You could hear that the pussy is the bomb and strong

But I swear on my tier, put 2 condoms on

Life is like hell, so I gotta fight this world

No time for hookers, I'm looking for a righteous girl

It's from the spirit, so when you hear the lyrics to sing

Nowadays these honeys, all about material things

You got to be a big willy, or a skitzo thug

Have mad gold chains, or you gets no love

But I'ma deal with it, and be real with it

And if my ex give me ass, I'ma still hit it

Because bitches ain't nothing but problems

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

It's from the spirit, so when you hear these lyrics to sing

Nowadays these honeys all about material things

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

But I'ma deal with it and be real with it

And if your ex give you ass, you should still hit it

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

It's from the spirit, so when you hear these lyrics to sing

Nowadays these honeys all about material things

Bitches ain't nothing but problems

Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em

But I'ma deal with it and be real with it

And if your ex give you ass, you should still hit it