A$AP Rocky - Rich Nigga Problems lyrics

A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York.U.S.

[A$AP Rocky - Rich Nigga Problems lyrics]

'Bout twelve bad hoes in
My section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man,  I'm done actin' up
Let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne
But you orderin' cases
All your friends hangin' 'cause they
Know that you payin'
When them bills backin' up
And black ain't enough
And them checks addin' up
You just don't wanna be famous

Got a mink doormat that say, "Nigga
We made it" got all white neighbors and
Most of 'em racist
They put your name and faces
When you goin' in places
Then black ain't enough
You just don't wanna be famous
Real talk, real rap, look, I can't deny shit
Couldn't afford shit
But always was attracted to fly shit
Guess that's why I buy
Won't invest or capitalize
But expectin' to die rich
Just a rich nigga mindset
That's why I'm packin' up my shit
Like I'm back at the mom's crib
Like I'm back on my grind like
It's a nine-to-five shift
'Cause nothin' was handed to me, uh
Go in and hand it to me
Like I'm Puffy in '96
(Gimme the loot, gimme the loot)
Let's hope that she really for me
Most hoes couldn't handle me
I'm postponin' a family
Work hard so they know what I stand for
Just have 'em to Grammy me? Damn
Have 'em Grammy me?
Damn, just don't wanna be famous

'Bout twelve bad hoes in
My section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done actin' up
Let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne
But you orderin' cases
Your friends like hangin' 'cause they
Know that you payin'
When them bills backin' up
And black ain't enough
And them checks addin' up
You just don't wanna be famous

Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me
Braids and chains, is he Pusha T or Mr t?
No Hookah smoke, no niggas please
No liquor please a different me
I'm in this bitch and I'm sippin' tea
Uh, but never spill the tea
Most of you niggas sick of me
What would she do to get to me? Get
Off the tip of the dick of me, please
Another victory, be flawless like
The skin on me, please
Don't compare him and me, you offendin' me
This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies
They concerned with breakin' hit's
I'm more concerned with makin' history
Loudest nigga in the room the weakest
Them quiet dudes just probably
Need better speakers
This ain't a modest way of livin'
I ain't hungry
Just did a demolition to my kitchen
It was ugly cash rules everything around me
Get the money, funny
How they got 20 20 vision but don't see a
Nigga vision 'til 2020? (Wow) Uh

'Bout twelve bad hoes in
My section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done actin' up
Let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne
But you orderin' cases
Your friends like hangin' 'cause they
Know that you payin'
When them bills backin' up
And black ain't enough
And them checks addin' up
You just don't wanna be famous

Woo, this some bullshit yeah
Three, three, three, two, one, cut

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