Beyoncé – AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM Lyrics

AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM

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"AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM." - Beyoncé

Friday, 23 October 2026, 08:09 am

Album: RENAISSANCE

Track No: 14

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
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
Do you want this like it wants you?
Know the 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 my dash
****, I'm bad, I'm bad
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high
Boy, you can't get no higher than this
No
'Cause love don't get no higher than this
No, no
Grind, boy, you know I grind
When I pull up these jeans, you're mine, 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 no higher than this
No
'Cause love don't get no higher than this
No, no
Grind, boy, you know I grind
When I pull up these jeans, you're mine, 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 my dash
****, I'm bad, I'm bad
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high

Writer(s): Beyoncé, Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant, MIKE DEAN, S. Carter & Andrell D Rogers.

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