Built like a problem

Yeah, I like a real one, dark with the tats

Talk that talk, make me arch my back

Big hands on a small of my waist

And he love how I ride it, slow pace, no brakes

6'1" with a Glock and a hustle

Bend me like bills, make it double

He ain't just street, he jungle

Stand ten toes through the trouble

He don’t play no games, he gon’ spin

That’s my twin, my mess, my sin

Pockets full, heart on ten

I’ll take him broke, but never pretend

If he hood and he real, I’m slidin’

Pull up, tinted whip, reclinin’

He a king, I’m the crown, we vibin’

I’m built like a problem — and he like problems

I need a man that stand on somethin’

Make a plan, and keep that comin’

If he don't match my boss, I’m dubbin’

I'm built like a problem — and he like problems

He like curves, I got pounds of 'em

That back, that bounce, that round on 'em

Walk through, all them boys get dumb

But my man know just where I come from

Talk slow, but he think quick

Country slang when he grip my hips

He ain't flashy, but he still lit

Keep that thang tucked, but he never slip

Low fade, soft gold on his tooth

Tell me lies, but he keep it truth

Hold me down when the world get loose

We both hood, but we still got roots

"I don’t need perfect...

I need solid, real, raw, and ready.

I’m heavy — in body, in love, in loyalty.

So bring that pressure, baby…

I'm built like a problem…

And you?

You look like the solution."