Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rich Nigga Problems, artist - A$AP Rocky. Date of issue: 11.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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, since (Gimme the loot, gimme the loot) |
| Let's hope that she really for me, most hoes couldn't handle me |
| 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 |
| Brazen 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 'til 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 |
| Three, three, three, two, one, cut |