Girl With A Problem Var. XIII Lyrics

You coulda hosted last night
If you were s'posed to be mine
Let’s have a toast for the bride

If you could look at me now
You'd see I was happy without you
It's the part that you don’t see that counts
And it's pounding and throbbing a girl with a problem

Gimme something that I won't regret
Gimme something that'll make you wet
Gimme something that'll make you want to forget

If you could look at me now
You'd see I was happy without you
It's the part that you don't see that counts
And it’s pounding and throbbing a girl with a problem

My name is Cam, this is the last chorus
And I got cash for it, like I had a basket and I asked for it
If you ain’t like it, you could fast-forward
Sewn the Gucci logo right up in the passport
And these bad bitches ask for it
And I got the right task for it
They just ask for it
And it's a sad story
All thеse fucking hangers-on
Like thеy fucking wrote the song
Act like they can’t come along
In a limo that you motherfucking paid for
It's the same score
Gucci store
I got the motherfucking style
I got them bitches like a while
And they fucking snap their motherfucking necks
When I walk down the street like I'm the best
It's the stress, no, don’t ask me, I'm at my best

I got this girlfriend and she's calling my mom
Yeah, shouldn't have fucked her after the prom