[Intro]
Rich n***a problems (Rich n***a problems, baby, give me some cash)
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Huh

[Verse 1]
You a motherfuckin' lowlife, never be shit
I just fucked Q, I bought her Cs, I been on P shit
Pussy wet like a ocean, fuck around and got sea sick
Fish out of water, you might drown in the deep end
Am I gon' spend some money on you? Shit, it all depends
I got a young bitch in Miami, flewed out for the weekend
Brodie, he a real P man, just like Meek Man
You ain't speak when I ain't had no pape', why you speakin' now?
I'm at the point where like you got a beef or nah?
I should fuck around and drop the top on the Beamer now
Beefin', man, that shit for broke n***as, I ain't beefin' now
So much money, I could get a n***a killed so easy now
Put a belt on them kids, pop, goes the weasel now
I'll never see your ass again, hasta la vista now
Buy one, you get taxed, you buy ten, you get it cheap for now

[Chorus]
I just broke my money counter, rich n***a problems
All these hoes wanna fuck, rich n***a problems
I just fucked up my Bentley truck, rich n***a problems
I don't know where to hide the money, rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, got rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, got rich n***a problems
[Verse 2]
You got robbed and ain't do shit, bitch n***a problems
You got shot and ain't shoot shit, bitch n***a problems
You hit hoes that have loose lips, bitch n***a problems
I got rich n***a problems, your bitch tryna holler
I encourage you to get some money, you ain't seen none
I really just want a hundred Ms, I don't need much
Sill with the same n***as, we ain't never had the team up
Just saw an opp on aisle five, it's a clean up
I can't fuck with you like that, I got a whole bitch
I gotta let 'em know up front, you know how hoes get
N***as out here fakin' Illuminati, that's some bold shit
How you wanna sell your soul and you ain't never sold shit?
You ain't never sold a zip, you never sold a brick
I'd rather respect a pimp, at least he sold a bitch
I got tired of lookin' over my shoulder, I had to go legit
My old head, he don't even wear no jewelry, you don't even know he rich

[Chorus]
I just broke my money counter, rich n***a problems
All these hoes wanna fuck, rich n***a problems
I just fucked up my Bentley truck, rich n***a problems
I don't know where to hide the money, rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, got rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, rich n***a problems
Rich n***a problems, got rich n***a problems