Girl With A Problem Var. Xiii

You could've hosted last night
If you were s'posda 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 me wanna 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
And it's a sad story
And it's a sad story

All these fucking hangers-on
Like they fucking wrote the song
Act like they ain'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

(Steve Bateman)
I got this girlfriend and she's calling my Mom
Yea, shouldn't have fucked her after the prom