Rich Nigga Problems

Yea ima um Put the Yop
Fifteens thirties
Fuck it, pop em
M fives rps
Fuck it, cop em
Rich Nigga sex always lit
When you high
Panoramic roof, off the neck
Look at the sky
Fifteens thirties
Fuck it, pop em
M fives rps
Fuck it, cop em
Rich Nigga sex always lit
When you high
Panoramic roof, off the neck
Look at the sky

Look at the sky
I'm so damn high
I'm so damn fried
Aye

She a boss bitch she just want a boss Nigga
On my way to the set, tell her friends To come with her
Everything on me, big checks this way
Percocets, off the drugs? No way
Had a threesome with her friend
The other day
That Shit was fun
Two bitches at the same damn time
I don't do one
I don't condone in drugs
But I do it anyways
I be high as hell floating round
Like outer space
Fucking in my truck cause
My son need some sleep
Hit my man's baby momma, I regret it
Shit was weak
When you get a main
You gotta keep a couple sides
Spending too much on drugs
But I got rich Nigga problems

Fifteens thirties
Fuck it, pop em
M five rps
Fuck it, cop em
Rich Nigga sex always lit
When you high
Panoramic roof, off the neck
Look at the sky
Fifteens thirties
Fuck it, pop em
M fives rps
Fuck it, cop em
Rich Nigga sex always lit
When you high
Panoramic roof, off the neck
Look at the sky



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Writer(s): Jaylin Branch
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