Tekst piosenki 'AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM' wykonawcy Beyoncé

America, America has a problem

Heard you got that D 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, fiendin'
I know you want it, schemin'
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 that booty gonna do what it want to
Can't hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these ra-ra-racks on me
Now come and get hi-i-i-i-igh
Twenty, forty, eighty, out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back (mm)
Call me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh
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 hi-i-i-igh

Boy, you can't get no 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)
You're mine, when I step on the scene they (you're mine, you're mine)
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
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 (higher)
'Cause love don't get no higher than this, no, no (higher)

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)
You're mine, when I step on the scene they (you're mine, you're mine)
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, in case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, big business, whole slab, I kill for

Know that booty gonna do what it want to
Can't hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these ra-ra-racks on me
Now come and get hi-i-i-i-igh
Twenty, forty, eighty, out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back
Call me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh
Tony Montana with them racks
Double C's on my bag, double G's on my dash
Nigga, I'm bad, I'm bad
Tell me when you wanna get hi-i-i-igh