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 |