Doechii - AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM Lyrics

Too much, ho, don't do too much
Pullin' up in a Magic City in an Uber
Pockets fatter than a motherf*ckin' fupa
When I enter Magic City, bitches 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 my motherf*ckin', "Nigga, what it do?" dance
Rich bitch on a rich nigga hit list
If this bitch 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 get my shoes off
Like, let's get it, check 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 niggas
Hoes drop, it's crickets, Doe drop, sell tickets
Why you bitches diggin' dirt? Dig up my net worth
I know you bitches neck hurt 'cause I'm pressure
How you turn a hundred fans into a hundred bands?
How you turn a hundred bands into a hundred M's?
How you from the North and claimin' you a croc bitch?
How you bitin' on the one and only swamp bitch?
I see a lotta bitches, 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

Ah-ah, let the beat breathe
Ah-ah, let the motherf*ckin' beat breathe