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rich the kid - problems lyrics

(intro)
i told ye i got rich n-gg- prolems

(hook)
whachya tryna do shawty? i’m a millionaire!
i got bands on me, jumpin’ out of helicopters
eating steak and lobster, i get guala with my partners
i’m in haiti, b-tch, i ain’t gon have no prolems
i got rich n-gg- prolems
i got issues, i got m-th-f-ckin prolems
i got prolems, i got rich n-gg- prolems
yung n-gg-, i came from the bottom
now that i’m rich, i got prolems

(verse)
these b-tches be stackin’ they favorite
no purple red bottles, i bleed when i’m walkin’
these b-tches is dirty, my n-gg-s is flirty, my gutta so muddy
at the age of thirteen i was in and out of juvie
now my life is a movie
ya cuffing’ and kissing’ and giving’ her money
she f-cked me, she none but a groupie
i stay in luv forgiven for sins i committed
eighteen i was looking at really
sat in my cell and i pray
got to thank god cuz he showed me the way
fired my lawyer and i beat the case
don’t want a pic, get the f-ck out my face
my necklace is covered in diamonds my n-gg-, yo b-tch wanna skate
king of the trap, it’s jumping and booming and buckin’
yung n-gg-, you’re mine! (yo money)
i gave em a hundred, i ride in a masi, i’m 20
they say i won’t make it but now they see b-tches, they callin’ my cellular
rich n-gg- i trap out a mansion, i’m walking around like the governor

(verse 2)
walkin’ around with a fifty, versace like biggie
i’m rich, what the f-ck is descending?!
these b-tches calling, ve stuck ya yung n-gg-
the king of my city, two chains but no t-ty
i’m richer than diddy
i’m trapping the hannah and lizzy
the lean is killin’ my kidneys, monefa, she gotta stay with me
i came from the bottom, back then i was starve
cappin’ and trappin’ and robbin’
ya can hate me now but i won’t stop now
yung n-gg- walk round with a top down
my momma she said me these n-gg-s they fake
they plottin’, they know that ya made it
i had to stay patient, i waited
f-ck n-gg-, i’m finally famous
flex on my shoes, no mo’ choose, diamonds ocean blue
ya taking her out for a dinner and movie, she f-ckin’ the crew
ya wife her, ya taking lil’ momma, yung n-gg- she laughin’ at you
ya f-cking that hoe no rubber, she a prost-tute!

- rich the kid lyrics

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