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bryson tiller – money problems / benz truck lyrics

[part 1: money problems]

[intro]
hey
god d-mn, god d-mn
hey (god)
hey
oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true

[verse 1]
every time you see me, i’m in go mode
n-gg-s ain’t ’bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
when i drop, a few n-gg-s is goin’ ghost
you g-ssed up, thinkin’ we go toe-to-toe, aye
i’m bout to go kanye west on n-gg-s
you know care less if i upset some n-gg-s, hey
supposedly i’ve been in debt with n-gg-s
f-ck ’em, i ain’t writing out no check for n-gg-s
my lawyer check them n-gg-s
said “don’t sweat them n-gg-s”
order lobster for breakfast and dinner
he talkin’ wild, i said “objection”, n-gg-
you a lame, get up out my section, n-gg-
hey, he throwin’ shade, i don’t play fetch with n-gg-s, yeah
big money, still i rarely flex on n-gg-s
don’t need attention, just respect from n-gg-s
oh, no, all i really need is, need is

[hook 1]
money, money, power i need checks in every week
four season, n-gg-, i need breakfast in my suite
n-gg-s don’t make money when they disrespecting me
you would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
i need money, money, power i need checks in every week
four season, n-gg-, i need breakfast in my suite
n-gg-s don’t make money when they disrespecting me
you would think they got a check, the way they checking for me

[verse 2]
no way
that’s okay
that’s okay
oh, i come a long way
yeah and it’s been a while since i clocked in
came out on top and
shawty tell me i’m poppin’
might miss a concoction
yeah, pour me a drink up
when these n-gg-s start wildin’
yeah, you the one that i think of
and god, he the only one thing keepin’ you n-gg-s from gettin’ sprayed up
for my daughter, i’m gangster
for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
you got money problems, i’m sorry (hey)
ain’t no money problems ever stop me (never)
i just treat a prayer like a hobby
and then i prosper to godspeed and it got me

[hook 1]
money, money, power i need checks in every week
four season, n-gg-, i need breakfast in my suite
n-gg-s don’t make money when they disrespecting me
you would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
money, money, power i need checks in every week
four season, n-gg-, i need breakfast in my suite
n-gg-s don’t make money when they disrespecting me
you would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no

[part 2: benz truck]

[verse 3]
aye
yeah, i heard
they talkin’ crazy on the block still
i ain’t on the block no more, i’m in the hills
just checked the temperature, i’m hot still
ridin’ 65, i’m on them hot wheels
the flow a1, i’m sauced up
i got my money right last year, i bossed up
them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain’t cost much
fake friends, they gon’ say we lost touch
strangers, they gon’ say i switched up
broke n-gg-s look at me like “easy lick”, yuh
bad b-tches want my kids, yup
light skin, i call ’em my honey dip, yuh
n-gg-s waitin’ on me to slip up
on my blac youngsta flex, thats how i feel, yuh
lambo with the doors up, just for a feel-up
pull up to the crib, jump inside the benz truck

[hook 2]
aye, jump inside the benz truck
i might sell the lambo, buy a benz truck
or a sls, gotta pick one
get my b-tch one
and she at the crib, yeah, doin’ sit-ups
and she tryna get fit for a young n-gg-
she a down–ss b-tch, that’s why i f-ck with her
i’m just tryna get rich, double up figures

[outro]
get ’em, get ’em, get ’em
she a down–ss b-tch, that’s why i f-ck with her
she a down–ss b-tch
down, down, down, down, down

- bryson tiller lyrics

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