Rich n#gg# Problems Lyrics – A$AP Rocky
Singer: A$AP Rocky
Title: Rich n#gg# 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
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, “n#gg#, 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 sh#t
Couldn’t afford sh#t, but always was attracted to fly sh#t
Guess that’s why I buy, won’t invest or capitalize
But expectin’ to die rich, just a rich n#gg# mindset
That’s why I’m packin’ up my sh#t, 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 and Nas, since (Gimme the loot, gimme the loot)
Let’s hope that she really for me, most hoes couldn’t handle me
I’m postponin’ a family, work hard so they know what I stand for
Just have ’em, the 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
You don’t drink champagne but you orderin’ cases
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
Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me
Brazen chains, is he Pusha T or Mr. T?
Know who could smoke, no n#gg#s, please, no liquor, please
A different me, I’m in this b#tch and I’m sippin’ tea
Uh, but never spill the tea, most of you n#gg#s 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 n#gg# in the room the weakest
I’m quiet, dude, just prolly 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 twenty-twenty vision but don’t see a n#gg# vision ’til 2020? (Wow)
‘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
You don’t drink champagne but you orderin’ cases
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
Woo, this some b#llsh#t
Yeah
Three, three, three, two, one, cut
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