Lyrics AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM - Beyoncé

America, America has a problem

Heard you got that deep for me, pray your love is deep for me
I'ma make you go weak for me, make you wait a whole week for me (for me)
I see you watching (fiending), I know you want it (scheming)
I know you need it (drug lord), you want it on you? (Don't I know?)
You need love, I need some too (true)
Do you want this like it wants you?

Know that booty gon' do what it want to
Can't hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me
Now come and get high, high, high, high, high, high

20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back
Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high
Tony Montana with them racks
Ivy P on my bag, double G's on the dash
Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high

Boy, you can't get higher than this
No
'Cause love don't get no higher than this
No, no

Grind (grind), boy, you know I grind (grind)
When I pull up these jeans, you're mine
(When I pull up these jeans), you're mine
When I step on the scene, they
Can't wait to back it up, your ex-dealer dope, but it ain't crack enough
I'm supplying my man, I'm in demand soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons (goons), in case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I kill for

Boy, you can't get higher than this
No
'Cause love don't get no higher than this
No, no

Grind (grind), boy, you know I grind (grind)
When I pull up these jeans, you're mine
(When I pull up these jeans), you're mine
When I step on the scene, they
Can't wait to back it up, your ex-dealer dope, but it ain't crack enough
I'm supplying my man, I'm in demand soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons (goons), in case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I kill for

Know that booty gon' do what it want to
Can't hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me
Now come and get high, high, high, high, high, high

20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back
Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high
Tony Montana with them racks
Double C's on my bag, double G's on the dash
Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high