[Hook – Rich The Kid]
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, b**h I ain't gon have no problems
I got rich n***a problems
I got issues, I got motherf**ing problems
I got problems, I got rich n***a problems
Young n***a I came from the bottom
Now that I'm rich I got problems
[Verse 1 – Rich The Kid]
These b**hes be [?] their favorite, red bottoms, I bleed when I'm walking
These b**hes is dirty, my n***as is flirty, my [?] 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 f**ed me, she nothing but a groupie
[?] love her, forgiven 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 n***a, your b**h want to skate
King of the trap, it's jumping and booming [?] young n***a, get money
I gave em a hundred, I ride in a Masi on twenties
They say I won't make it but now they see b**hes, they call the Mercedes like
Rich n***a I trap out a mansion, I'm walking around like the governor
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Walking around with a fifty, Versace like Biggie
I'm rich, what the f** [?]
These b**hes calling and [?] young n***a
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 k**ing 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 n***a walk round with a touch down
My mama she told me these n***as they fake
They plotting, they know that you made it
I had to stay patient, I waited
f** n***a I'm finally famous
Flex on my shoes [?], diamonds ocean blue
You taking her out for a dinner and movie, she f**ing the crew
You wife her, you taking lil mama, young n***a she laughing at you
You f**ing that ho no rubber, she a prostitute!
[Hook]
[Verse 3 – Troy Ave]
I'm a rich n***a, broke n***a, please shut the f** up
I'm talking to you with manners after [?] to dust
These road, wrestling with these Os
36 polka dots, 100 [?] is my gold
Ten height when it's sold
Coke [?] when it go
n***as know what time it is
My neck and Rolex be gold
Bezel holy, they froze
Lord knows they watching me, oh
I'm just a rich kid getting it with my migos
Shouts out to them n***a, moneys my best friend n***a
Can't forget my gun and my [?], I'm nothing without them n***a
One for the [?], one for the [?]
Either way your time's up, my time's now, I'm popping
[Hook]