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What you tryna do shawty, I'm a millionaire
I got bands on me, jumping out of helicopters, eating steak and lobster
I get guala with my partners
I'm in Haiti, bitch I ain't gon have no problems
I got rich ni*** problems
I got issues, I got motherfucking problems
I got problems, I got rich ni*** problems
Young ni*** I came from the bottom
Now that I'm rich I got problems

These bitches be stalking
Her friends, i dont cuff 'em
Red bottoms, I bleed when I'm walking
These bitches is dirty, my niggas is flirty, my cup is so muddy
At the age of 13 I was in and out of juvie
Now my life is a movie
You cuffing' and kissing' and giving' her money
She fuc*** me, she nothing' but a groupie
Asking the Lord for forgiveness for sins I committed
18 I was looking at prison
Sat in my cell and I pray
Got to thank god cause he showed me the way
Fired my lawyer and I beat the case
Don't want a pic, get the f*** out my face
My necklace is covered in diamonds my ni***, your bitch want to skate
King of the trap, it's jumping and booming and bucking, young ni*** get money
I came from a Honda, I ride in a Masi, I'm twenty
They say I won't make it but now the same bitches are calling my cellular
Rich ni*** I trap out a mansion, I'm walking around like the governor

What you tryna do shawty, I'm a millionaire
I got bands on me, jumping out of helicopters, eating steak and lobster
I get guala with my partners
I'm in Haiti, bitch I ain't gon have no problems
I got rich ni*** problems
I got issues, I got motherfucking problems
I got problems, I got rich ni*** problems
Young ni*** I came from the bottom
Now that I'm rich I got problems

Walking around with a fifty, Versace like Biggie
I'm rich, but your pockets are empty
These bitches calling and stalking young ni***
The king of my city, two chains but no Tity
I'm richer than Diddy
I'm trapping the Hannah and Lizzy
The lean is killing my kidneys, Monefa she got to stay with me
I came from the bottom, back then I was starving
Capping and trapping and robbing
You can hate me now but I won't stop now
Young ni*** walk round with a touch down
My mama she told me these niggas they fake
They plotting, they know that you made it
I had to stay patient, I waited
Fuck ni*** I'm finally famous
Flex on my shoes, know my Trues, Diamonds ocean blue
You taking her out for a dinner and movie, she fuc*** the crew
You wife her, you taking lil mama, young ni*** she laughing at you
You fuc*** that ho no rubber, she a prostitute!

What you tryna do shawty, I'm a millionaire
I got bands on me, jumping out of helicopters, eating steak and lobster
I get guala with my partners
I'm in Haiti, bitch I ain't gon have no problems
I got rich ni*** problems
I got issues, I got motherfucking problems
I got problems, I got rich ni*** problems
Young ni*** I came from the bottom
Now that I'm rich I got problems

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