| I ain’t tryna argue if it ain’t 'bout a dollar
|
| Yeah I’m out here grindin' hard like it’s no tomorrow
|
| Tryna stuff a hundred bands right down in my joggers
|
| These bitches actin' like they love a nigga, these hoes need an Oscar
|
| I got rich nigga problems
|
| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
|
| I got rich nigga problems
|
| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
|
| I got rich nigga problems, if it ain’t 'bout a dollar
|
| Yeah I’m out here grindin' hard like it’s no tomorrow
|
| Tryna stuff a hundred bands right down in my joggers
|
| These bitches actin' like they love a nigga, these hoes need an Oscar
|
| I got rich nigga problems, these hoes get so awful
|
| Say you need to play your part, ayy lil bitch get off me
|
| Why don’t you come bring me a bag, that would be so thoughtful
|
| Way a nigga pop these rubber bands, it’s makin' me naseous
|
| Every day I’m saucin', so turned up and flossin'
|
| Hopped up out the Audi then took off in the Rari
|
| All these hoes that turned me down, I’m gon' make you sorry
|
| Got that draco by my waist ho, yeah, you better be catious
|
| I’m coolin' with my feet up, bitch boy don’t get beat up
|
| Hit him with a haymaker and make him pick his teeth up
|
| He love trappin' in designer, gettin' dope money in FILA’s
|
| I know how to stay down, no I can’t fuck up my lil re-up
|
| I ain’t tryna argue if it ain’t 'bout a dollar
|
| Yeah I’m out here grindin' hard like it’s no tomorrow
|
| Tryna stuff a hundred bands right down in my joggers
|
| These bitches actin' like they love a nigga, these hoes need an Oscar
|
| I got rich nigga problems
|
| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
|
| I got rich nigga problems
|
| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
|
| I got rich nigga problems
|
| Hey, rich nigga, hey, I can fuck your bitch nigga
|
| Cliff nigga, fuck around with stiff niggas
|
| Don’t trip nigga, make your lil ho strip nigga
|
| I’m lit nigga, put that shit on crip nigga
|
| Ayy, I go gnarly
|
| I’m not hurtin' and I’m not starvin'
|
| Go retarded, lift my shirt and show my forty
|
| Hey, drop top Porsches, hey, serve these fiends off in my Jordans
|
| These all black Forces, let me run my bands up, had no Charleston
|
| All white Lam, and I think I might just ride the horse one
|
| Big Rolls Royces, that Bentley get to trottin', I ain’t talkin' 'bout horses
|
| I keep hearin' voices
|
| Say kill these niggas and start extortin' 'em
|
| My bitches they gorgeous
|
| My trap stay rollin' bitch, just like Forgis
|
| I ain’t tryna argue if it ain’t 'bout a dollar
|
| Yeah I’m out here grindin' hard like it’s no tomorrow
|
| Tryna stuff a hundred bands right down in my joggers
|
| These bitches actin' like they love a nigga, these hoes need an Oscar
|
| I got rich nigga problems
|
| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
|
| I got rich nigga problems
|
| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
|
| I got rich nigga problems |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rich Nigga Problems, artist - Yella Beezy. Album song Lite Work, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп