Bachelor A$AP MOB Featuring Offset, MadeinTYO, Lil Yachty & A$AP Rocky

Bachelor - A$AP MOB Featuring Offset, MadeinTYO, Lil Yachty & A$AP Rocky

[Intro]

Dun Deal on the tra-a-a-a-ack!

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Offset]

Beautiful (Beauty!)

One or two, all of you (Ay!)

How are you, pop a bean (Hey! Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I'm on the move (Gang!)

Beautiful (Hey!)

One or two, all of you (Hey!)

How are you, pop a bean (How are you? Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I'm on the move (Hey!)

[Bridge: Offset]

We live our life like some bachelors

Diamonds on me like a bachelor

Phantom on me like a bachelor

Bitches on me like a bachelor

We live our life like a bachelor

Diamonds on me like a bachelor

Phantom on me like a bachelor

Bitches on me like a bachelor

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

These niggas mad at Lil Boat

Nautica sign on my clothes

I keep that work for the low

I give a fuck bout a hoe, damn

22 shots to his brain if he stain on my name

Not a joke, not a game

Fuck around and iced up my neck

Do what I need for respect

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]

Hop in a whip and cut school

I met that lil bitch straight after school

You cannot play me, I never been fooled

You cannot play me, I never been fooled

Shawty got friends and I'm pulling up

I'm getting head like a uppercut

They don't want war they not tough enough

Shawty just told me I'm glowing up

I need that shit it not out yet

I wanna foreign my outfit

Thumbing and dabbing I run it up

Young nigga never been young enough

I got yo bitch in my spot again

I'm in Shibuya just stacking Yen

Smoking on gas, don't fuck with mid

Don't play me lil bitch, I'm not a kid

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]

Take a good look at where a nigga live

Look at the moves a nigga did

Look at the faces, a nigga stare

Flick of the wrist we like looky here

Regular bitches play hard to get

It' funny she come but we couldn't pair

Oh no, he didn't done took it there

I done somethings that you wouldn't dare

I need the Dior and Prada suits

I need that Raf and that Gucci too

I need JW Anderson

I should pop Pamela Anderson

Calling her pussy an ambulance

Let me record like the camera man

I'mma zoom in with my camera lens

I'm going in like the Taliban

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Offset]

Beautiful (Beauty!)

One or two, all of you (Ay!)

How are you, pop a bean (Hey! Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I'm on the move (Gang!)

Beautiful (Hey!)

One or two, all of you (Hey!)

How are you, pop a bean (How are you? Bean!)

Chopped and screwed

Double cup, fill me up (Mud! Drank!)

I'm riding through, Hollywood (Skrt)

Smoking good, I'm on the move (Hey!)

Fuckin' Problems - A$AP Rocky Lyric

Fuckin' Problems - A$AP Rocky Lyric

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Drake]

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]

Hold up, bitches simmer down

Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now

Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9

Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya

Huh, A$AP, get like me

Never met a motherfucker fresh like me

All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me

Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith

‘Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?

Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches

She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches

I brought my niggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor

She love my licorice, I let her lick it

They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish

But least a nigga nigga rich

I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored

Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin' boys; beast

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Drake]

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 2: Drake]

Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on

Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leadin' on

Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on

Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on

Oh word? Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?

You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along

Ain't a fuckin' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along

Then ju… (Okay, I got it)

Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on

Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on

All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion

I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction

If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it

If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'

Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often

But this long-dick nigga ain't for the long talkin'; I'm beast

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Drake]

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale

My pep talk turn into a pep rally

Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley, now

Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mmm

Got your girl on my line, world on my line

The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time

She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist

Girl, I know you want this dick

Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar

A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car

That mean your friends-es need be up to par

See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow

Mmm, kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway

Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say

Halle Berry, hallelujah

Holla back, I'll do ya; beast

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Drake]

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it