[Intro]
Guess who on this track, boy
[Chorus]
I got real b*tch problems, I got real b*tch problems
I got real b*tch problems, real b*tch problems
I got real b*tch problems, I got real b*tch problems
She got real quick problems
[Verse 1]
I got real b*tch problems (quit calling my phone)
You turn a soft b*tch solid (ice cold)
Leave a real b*tch for a thottie (you a ho)
Think call a real b*tch when you tryna (bye, Felicia, leave me alone)
Real b*tch been down since college
Before your Guccis and your Pradas (you was dead broke)
So kiss my ass from top to bottom (why?)
I don't need you or the mileage (be gone)
I blame your mother and your father (they ain't raise you right)
Life's a real b*tch caller (goes around)
I got real b*tch problems
She got real quick problems
[Chorus]
I got real b*tch problems, I got real b*tch problems
I got real b*tch problems, real b*tch problems
I got real b*tch problems, I got real b*tch problems
She got real quick problems
[Verse 2]
I am real b*tch ready (stand by)
I get real b*tch petty (try it)
All my real b*tches with me (squad up)
On they real sh*t, heavy (one hunnid)
Don't try to creep up in my session (old creeping ass)
Texting if I got your texts (read receipts)
I got every single message
Don't throw shade if you can't catch it
I blame your homies, yeah your n*ggas (f*ck boys)
You blame the drugs and the liquor (lying ass)
You send a real b*tch on a mission (gone)
You put a real b*tch in her feelings
[Chorus]
I got real b*tch problems, I got real b*tch problems
I got real b*tch problems, real b*tch problems
I got real b*tch problems, I got real b*tch problems
She got real quick problems
[Outro]
All my real b*tches with me
All my real n*ggas with me
I got real b*tch problems
She got real quick problems