Rich Problems

[Chorus: Que]

I got rich nigga problems, I got rich nigga problems

I got rich nigga problems, I got rich nigga problems

I got rich nigga problems, I got rich nigga problems

I got rich nigga problems, I got rich nigga problems

[Verse 1: Que]

If I keep shittin' on you, I apologize

Niggas ain't eatin' like its Ramadan

Bitches in my entourage, all flavors like Häagen-Dazs

Hit you with the carbine 9 if you play with the parmesan

Ballin' so hard jump the scrimmage line

Closet like a mothafuckin' Finish Line

Garage open, shit look like a Enterprise

Rich nigga still eatin' noodles when its dinner time

I just found a 100 in my pants pocket

Never carry cash cause it don't fit in my damn wallet

Got an "F" in school, but I made an "A" for flashy

Whatchu make a year, thats what I gotta pay for taxes

I got problems you don't got

My bitches keep bitchin' to me bout some botox

They like to pop up on a nigga like Jackbox

I gotta swap and pay rent on like four spots