Guess who on this track boy
I got real b**ch problems I got real b**ch problems
I got real b**ch problems real b**ch problems
I got real b**ch problems I got real b**ch problems
She got real quick problems
I got real b**ch problems quit calling my phone
You turn a soft b**ch solid ice cold
Leave a real b**ch for a thottie you a ho
Think call a real b**ch when you tryna bye
Felicia leave me alone
Real b**ch been down since college yap
Before your Guccis and your Pradas you was dead broke
So kiss my a** 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**ch caller goes around
I got real b**ch problems
She got real quick problems
I got real b**ch problems I got real b**ch problems
I got real b**ch problems real b**ch problems
I got real b**ch problems I got real b**ch problems
She got real quick problems
I am real b**ch ready stand by
I get real b**ch petty try it
All my real b**ches with me squad up
On they real sh*t heavy one hunnid
Don't try to creep up in my session old creeping a**
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 niggas f**k boys
You blame the drugs and the liquor lying a**
You send a real b**ch on a mission gone
You put a real b**ch in her feelings
I got real b**ch problems I got real b**ch problems
I got real b**ch problems real b**ch problems
I got real b**ch problems I got real b**ch problems
She got real quick problems
All my real b**ches with me
All my real naked with me
I got real b**ch problems
She got real quick problems