Rich N***a Problems

(Shun On Da Beat)

I ain't tryna argue

If it ain't 'bout a dollar

Yeah I'm out here grindin' hard

Like there's no tomorrow

Tryna stuff a hundred band

Right down in my joggers

These bitches actin' like they love a ****

These hoes need a Oscar

I got rich **** problems

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I got rich **** problems

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I got rich **** problems

If it ain't 'bout a dollar (Whoa, whoa)

Yeah I'm out here grindin' hard (Whoa, whoa)

Like there's no tomorrow (Whoa)

Tryna stuff a hundred band

Right down in my joggers (Whoa, whoa)

These bitches actin' like they love a **** (Whoa, whoa)

These hoes need a Oscar (Whoa)

I got rich **** problems

Aye, these hoes is so awful

Say you need to play your part

Hey lil' bitch get off me

Won't you go bring me a band

That would be so thoughtful

The way a **** 'bout the rubber band (Whoa)

It makin' me nauseous

Everyday I'm saucy

So turnt up and flossy

Hopped up out the Audi

Then took off in the 'Rari

I know who determined now

And I'm gon' make you sorry

Got that Draco by waist so yeah

You better be cautious

I'm coolin' with my feet up (Feet up)

Bitch but don' get beat up (Beat up)

Hit him with the haymaker

And make him pick his teeth up (Teeth up)

Yella trappin' in Arizona

Gettin' that dough money in Felix

I know how to stay down low

I can't fuck up my lil' re-up

I ain't tryna argue

If it ain't 'bout a dollar

Yeah I'm out here grindin' hard

Like there's no tomorrow

Tryna stuff a hundred band

Right down in my joggers

These bitches actin' like they love a ****

These hoes need a Oscar

I got rich **** problems

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa

I got rich **** problems

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa

I got rich **** problems

Rich **** (****)

I can fuck your bitch **** (****)

Cliff **** (****)

Fuck around, stiff **** (****)

Don't trip **** (****)

Make your lil' ho strip **** (****)

I'm lit **** (****)

Put that shit on crip **** (****)

Aye, I go gnarly (Gnarly)

I'm not hurtin' and I'm not starvin' (Not starvin')

Go retarded (Retarded)

Lift my shirt and show my Forty

Drop top Porsches (Porsches)

Serve these fiends, off in my Jordans (My Jordans)

The all black forces (B Force)

Let me run my bands

Never had no choices (No choices)

All white Lamb'

But I think I might get robbed or arsoned

Big Roll Royces

That bill gettin' tried and I ain't talkin' 'bout horses

I keep hearin' voices (Voices)

Sayin' "Kill these **** and start extortin' 'em" (Extortin' 'em)

My bitches they gorgeous (They gorgeous)

Now I try say roll a bitch just like force

I ain't tryna argue

If it ain't 'bout a dollar

Yeah I'm out here grindin' hard

Like there's no tomorrow

Tryna stuff a hundred band

Right down in my joggers

These bitches actin' like they love a ****

These hoes need a Oscar

I got rich **** problems

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa

I got rich **** problems (Shun On Da Beat)

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I got rich **** problems (Problems, problems, problems, problems)