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letra de rnp - tay b

[intro]
rich n-gga problems (rich n-gga problems, baby, give me some cash)
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
huh

[verse 1]
you a motherf-ckin’ lowlife, never be sh-t
i just f-cked q, i bought her cs, i been on p sh-t
p-ssy wet like a ocean, f-ck around and got sea sick
fish out of water, you might drown in the deep end
am i gon’ spend some money on you? sh-t, it all depends
i got a young b-tch 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 f-ck around and drop the top on the beamer now
beefin’, man, that sh-t for broke n-ggas, i ain’t beefin’ now
so much money, i could get a n-gga k!lled 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-gga problems
all these hoes wanna f-ck, rich n-gga problems
i just f-cked up my bentley truck, rich n-gga problems
i don’t know where to hide the money, rich n-gga problems
rich n-gga problems, rich n-gga problems
rich n-gga problems, got rich n-gga problems
rich n-gga problems, rich n-gga problems
rich n-gga problems, got rich n-gga problems
[verse 2]
you got robbed and ain’t do sh-t, b-tch n-gga problems
you got shot and ain’t shoot sh-t, b-tch n-gga problems
you hit hoes that have loose lips, b-tch n-gga problems
i got rich n-gga problems, your b-tch 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-ggas, we ain’t never had the team up
just saw an opp on aisle five, it’s a clean up
i can’t f-ck with you like that, i got a whole b-tch
i gotta let ’em know up front, you know how hoes get
n-ggas out here fakin’ illuminati, that’s some bold sh-t
how you wanna sell your soul and you ain’t never sold sh-t?
you ain’t never sold a zip, you never sold a brick
i’d rather respect a pimp, at least he sold a b-tch
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

- tay b

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