Rich N***a Problems
The money counter keep jamming I got rich nigga problems
But I ain't even rich yet man I just hit for some thousand
My dawg gone and I'm sick but I ain't bitching about it
If you talking bout bodies don't even mention me bout it
Hit yo mans up and show em' how I'm feeling about it
Fucking with this rap shit I need some millions up out it
Shit a billion up out it
And I won't even announce it
She prolly thinking I'm a rapper
but I'm really about it
When Jack died it really fucked me up
It's like you left soon as we found a way for us to run it up
Don't want the Jugg it ain't a hunnit plus
Still do this shit fa Jack get some jacks put a hunnit up
Man I got problems of a rich Nigga
So many fake motherfuckers make you question if yo bitch with you
When you ride keep the blick with you
Ain't shit safe if my name wasn't hot I would've been blitzed you
Don't care how long we gone get em' gone
I'm sick about it man they killed my nigga Jigg so as they sent em' home
Man I been tryna get it right they say I'm living wrong
But I'm still doing numbers off this minute phone
And the drac like a trumpet playing different tones
And the Glock came to it's trying to sing along
Man if you ain't talking pape what the fuck you on
I really live it same facts just another song
I really live it different jacks just another day
I stopped the percs cause the jacks like another way
Same high same feeling just another play
And I got like ten of em' since the other day
Man we den did like fifty of em' in the last week
Man I got rich nigga problems if you ask me
I'm on the flight with the bows if the bags cheap
No layovers they hit fats for his last P
You know we bounce back quick you can ask Dee
Went and got another bow like the bags free
I heard you couldn't sell the bow cause yo bag weak
Me and Bro shredded all the plugs like these bags me!
The money counter keep jamming I got rich nigga problems
But I ain't even rich yet man I just hit for some thousands
Brody gone and I'm sick but I ain't bitching about it
Fucking with this rap shit I need a million up out it
Money counter keep jamming I got Rich Nigga Problems
But dis Glock ain't jamming hollows spitting up out it
Money counter keep jamming I got Rich Nigga Problems
But dis Glock ain't jamming hollows spitting up out it
But I ain't even rich yet man I just hit for some thousand
My dawg gone and I'm sick but I ain't bitching about it
If you talking bout bodies don't even mention me bout it
Hit yo mans up and show em' how I'm feeling about it
Fucking with this rap shit I need some millions up out it
Shit a billion up out it
And I won't even announce it
She prolly thinking I'm a rapper
but I'm really about it
When Jack died it really fucked me up
It's like you left soon as we found a way for us to run it up
Don't want the Jugg it ain't a hunnit plus
Still do this shit fa Jack get some jacks put a hunnit up
Man I got problems of a rich Nigga
So many fake motherfuckers make you question if yo bitch with you
When you ride keep the blick with you
Ain't shit safe if my name wasn't hot I would've been blitzed you
Don't care how long we gone get em' gone
I'm sick about it man they killed my nigga Jigg so as they sent em' home
Man I been tryna get it right they say I'm living wrong
But I'm still doing numbers off this minute phone
And the drac like a trumpet playing different tones
And the Glock came to it's trying to sing along
Man if you ain't talking pape what the fuck you on
I really live it same facts just another song
I really live it different jacks just another day
I stopped the percs cause the jacks like another way
Same high same feeling just another play
And I got like ten of em' since the other day
Man we den did like fifty of em' in the last week
Man I got rich nigga problems if you ask me
I'm on the flight with the bows if the bags cheap
No layovers they hit fats for his last P
You know we bounce back quick you can ask Dee
Went and got another bow like the bags free
I heard you couldn't sell the bow cause yo bag weak
Me and Bro shredded all the plugs like these bags me!
The money counter keep jamming I got rich nigga problems
But I ain't even rich yet man I just hit for some thousands
Brody gone and I'm sick but I ain't bitching about it
Fucking with this rap shit I need a million up out it
Money counter keep jamming I got Rich Nigga Problems
But dis Glock ain't jamming hollows spitting up out it
Money counter keep jamming I got Rich Nigga Problems
But dis Glock ain't jamming hollows spitting up out it
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Writer(s): Von Juice
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