Rich Nigga Problems

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas

A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous

When that ain't enough and black ain't enough

Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded

When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases

All your friends hangin' 'cause they know that you payin'

When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough

And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous

Got a mink doormat that say: Nigga, we made it

Got all white neighbors and most of 'em racist

They put your name and faces when you goin' in places

Then black ain't enough, you just don't wanna be famous

Real talk, real rap, look, I can't deny shit

Couldn't afford shit, but always was attracted to fly shit

Guess that's why I buy, won't invest or capitalize

But expectin' to die rich, just a rich nigga mindset

That's why I'm packin' up my shit, like I'm back at the mom's crib

Like I'm back on my grind like, it's a nine-to-five shift

'Cause nothin' was handed to me, uh, go in and hand it to me

Like I'm Puffy in '96, (gimme the loot, gimme the loot)

Let's hope that she really for me, most hoes couldn't handle me

I'm postponin' a family, work hard so they know what I stand for

Just have 'em to Grammy me? Damn, have 'em Grammy me?

Damn, just don't wanna be famous

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas

A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous

When that ain't enough and black ain't enough

Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded

When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases

Your friends like hangin' 'cause they know that you payin'

When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough

And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous

Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me

Braids and chains, is he Pusha T or Mr. T?

No Hookah smoke, no niggas please, no liquor please

A different me, I'm in this bitch and I'm sippin' tea

Uh, but never spill the tea, most of you niggas sick of me

What would she do to get to me? Get off the tip of the dick of me, please

Another victory, be flawless like the skin on me, please

Don't compare him and me, you offendin' me

This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies

They concerned with breakin' hits, I'm more concerned with makin' history

Loudest nigga in the room the weakest

Them quiet dudes just probably need better speakers

This ain't a modest way of livin', I ain't hungry

Just did a demolition to my kitchen, it was ugly

Cash rules everything around me, get the money, funny

How they got 20/20 vision but don't see a nigga vision till 2020?

(Wow) uh

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas

A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous

When that ain't enough and black ain't enough

Man, I'm done actin' up, let's hit the crib and get faded

When you don't drink champagne but you orderin' cases

Your friends like hangin' 'cause they know that you payin'

When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough

And them checks addin' up, you just don't wanna be famous

Woo, this some bullshit

Yeah

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