Rich Problems

Lyrics

[Intro] (La-la-la-la-la) (La-la-la-la-la-la) Yeah (La-la-la-la-la) (La-la-la-la-la-la) They think money answer every problem, you know? [Verse 1] I'm havin' rich nigga problems Straitjacket crazy, might end up in that asylum Think I'm always in a good mood, you see me smilin' Little devil on my shoulder and he wildin' Rich nigga problems Bank account great, my homies dyin' Your bitch don't know you tryin', everything you say you lyin' Honor and defiance, I never rolled with the masses Fuck viral, this flow a virus, I got the touch of Midas One eye open like a pirate, like my livin' private That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited When they in that dark space, thеy try to soak your light up Headlines talkin' down on you in like еvery writeup I might just confine in a priest, I feel like Pac in '93 I stay away from suckers Pops got diabetes It's dyin' season, mama cryin' season I escaped the comma after comma season Died without a reason Who gon' explain that to your mother While she go fund you? She cookin' dinners for the block Somehow she go hungry Appetite fucked up, can't even eat, uh Body tight, both eyes heavy, can't even sleep, uh Youngin wasn't too high to swing, just out of reach, uh The way the Lord speak through my lyrics, you'd think I preach Rich nigga problems get tricky, they think you sleep Rich nigga problems, I gotta party with Meech Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks Thinkin' of the gangsters that died that I got to meet, uh Thinkin' of the times when I hustled, I couldn't breathe, uh I got a homie only deal with white, I call him Bleach He started gettin' work out in Memphis, I called him Bleek, uh The biggest out the two niggas with 'em, I called him Sheek, uh Maleaka called him freaky, other niggas called him Leak Real nigga problems, I still see him in my sleep I'm havin' rich nigga problems [Chorus] They say money is the root of evil (How you know?) I seen what it do to people (Oh aight) They told me money is the root of evil (That's what they told you) I seen what it do to people (La-la-la-la-la) (La-la-la-la-la-la) (La-la-la-la-la) Money is the root of evil [Verse 2] I'm havin' rich nigga problems Takin' trips with a stylist Givenchy or Celine, I can't decide, I'm gettin' higher These shrooms up in my body got me talkin' to Elijah Muhammad Ask him what happened to Malcolm, just be honest Our forefathers had more problems than we could handle Just tryna set examples, every corner I see candles Murals on the wall of my store, really been poor Black king feel like a Moor, Mansa Musa I'm the one that introduced your wife to Kama Sutra Have her screamin', "Hallelujah," God blessed her soul Like beach chairs, watch niggas fold, like mama with my clothes The Task Force out on a Tuesday, you thinkin' tacos Cali cartel, fuck jail, I feel like Pacho Never speak a word like you Pablo and I'm Gustavo Crib out in the 'burbs so my daughters don't see no potholes Since a snot nose I wanted rich nigga problems Familiar with the broke ones Bitches, I done choked some Rich nigga problems, TMZ just want a story Drіnk Champs twisted, got me tellin' shit to NORE A lot of fake love fell back when I dropped Corey Problems of a rich nigga, broke niggas bore me With coke auntie saw me My ghost niggas haunt me Tears droppin' down my face, Kobi in the car seat Kairi want the world and I don't care 'bout what it cost me [Chorus] They say money is the root of evil (How you know?) I seen what it do to people (Oh aight) They told me money is the root of evil (That's what they told you) I seen what it do to people (La-la-la-la-la) (La-la-la-la-la-la) They say money is the root of evil (La-la-la-la-la-la)