Izze The Producer - Problems (Remix) lyrics

[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]