lirik lagu rich the kid - problems (remix)
[hook – rich the kid]
what you tryna do shawty, i’m a millionaire
i got bands on me, jumping out of helicopters, eating steak and lobster
i get guala with my partners
i’m in haiti, b-tch i ain’t gon have no problems
i got rich n-gga problems
i got issues, i got motherf-cking problems
i got problems, i got rich n-gga problems
young n-gga i came from the bottom
now that i’m rich i got problems
[verse 1 – rich the kid]
these b-tches be [?] their favorite, red bottoms, i bleed when i’m walking
these b-tches is dirty, my n-ggas is flirty, my [?] is so muddy
at the age of 13 i was in and out of juvie
now my life is a movie
you cuffing and kissing and giving her money
she f-cked me, she nothing but a groupie
[?] love her, forgiven for sins i committed
18 i was looking at prison
sat in my cell and i pray
got to thank god cause he showed me the way
fired my lawyer and i beat the case
don’t want a pic, get the f-ck out my face
my necklace is covered in diamonds my n-gga, your b-tch want to skate
king of the trap, it’s jumping and booming [?] young n-gga, get money
i gave em a hundred, i ride in a masi on twenties
they say i won’t make it but now they see b-tches, they call the mercedes like
rich n-gga i trap out a mansion, i’m walking around like the governor
[hook]
[verse 2]
walking around with a fifty, versace like biggie
i’m rich, what the f-ck [?]
these b-tches calling and [?] young n-gga
the king of my city, two chains but no t-ty
i’m richer than diddy
i’m trapping the hannah and lizzy
the lean is k!lling my kidneys, monefa she got to stay with me
i came from the bottom, back then i was starving
capping and trapping and robbing
you can hate me now but i won’t stop now
young n-gga walk round with a touch down
my mama she told me these n-ggas they fake
they plotting, they know that you made it
i had to stay patient, i waited
f-ck n-gga i’m finally famous
flex on my shoes [?], diamonds ocean blue
you taking her out for a dinner and movie, she f-cking the crew
you wife her, you taking lil mama, young n-gga she laughing at you
you f-cking that ho no rubber, she a prost-tute!
[hook]
[verse 3 – troy ave]
i’m a rich n-gga, broke n-gga, please shut the f-ck up
i’m talking to you with manners after [?] to dust
these road, wrestling with these os
36 polka dots, 100 [?] is my gold
ten height when it’s sold
c0ke [?] when it go
n-ggas know what time it is
my neck and rolex be gold
bezel holy, they froze
lord knows they watching me, oh
i’m just a rich kid getting it with my migos
shouts out to them n-gga, moneys my best friend n-gga
can’t forget my gun and my [?], i’m nothing without them n-gga
one for the [?], one for the [?]
either way your time’s up, my time’s now, i’m popping
[hook]
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