Rich Problems

(La, la, la, la, la, la) (La, la, la, la, la la) Yeah (La, la, la, la, la, la) They think money answer every problem, you know? (La, la, la, la, la, la) I'm havin' rich nigga problems Straight jacket, 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 niggas problems Bank account great, my homies dyin' Your bitch don't know you tryin', everythin' 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 lyin' private That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited When they in that dark space, they try to soak your light up Headlines talking down on you, in like every write up I might just confide in a priest, I feel like Pac in '93 I stay away from suckas Pop got diabetes It's dyin' season, momma cryin' season I escaped the comma, after comma season Died without a season Who gon' explain that to your mother While she go find you? She cooking 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 think I preach Rich nigga problems, get tricky, they think it's meech Rich nigga problems, I got to party with me Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks Thinkin' of the gangstas 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 whrite, 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 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 it do to people) I seen what it do to people (La, la, la, la, la, la) (La, la, la, la, la, la) (La, la, la, la, la, la) Мoney is the root of evіl 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 bless her soul Like beach chairs watch, niggas fold, like momma with my clothes The task force out on a Tuesday, you thinkin' tacos Cali Cartel, fuck jail, I feel like Pacho Never speak a work, 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 Drink Champs twisted, got me telling 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, aunty saw me My ghosts niggas haunt me Tears dropping' down my face, Kobe on the car seat Kairi want the world and I don't care 'bout what is cost me Тhey say money is the root оf evil (how you know?) І ѕееn whаt іt dо tо реорlе (oh, 'aight) Тhеу told me money is the root of еvil (that's what they told you) І ѕeen what it do to people (La, 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)