Rich N***a Problems

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas

A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous

But when that ain't enough and black ain't enough

Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded

When you don't drink champagne, but you ordering cases

All your friends hanging 'cause they know that you paying

When them bills backin' up and black ain't enough

And them checks adding up, you just don't wanna be famous

Gotta mink doormat that say **** we made it

Got all white neighbors and most of them racist

They put your name to faces when you go in them places

But 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 a buyer won't invest or capitalize

But expecting to die rich, just a rich **** mindset

That's why I'm packing 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 nothing was handed to me, go on 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 postponing a family

Work hard so they know what I stand for

Just have 'em 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 acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded

You don't drink champagne but you ordering cases

Your friends like hanging 'cause they know that you paying

When them bills backing up and Black ain't enough

And them checks adding up, you just don't wanna be famous

Uh

Look at me, get what you see, envision me

Brazen chains, see Pusha T or Mr. T

No hookah smoke, no **** please, no liquor please

A different me, I'm in this bitch and I'm sippin' tea

But never spill the tea, most of you **** 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 to me, you offending me

This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies

They concerned with breaking hits, I'm more concerned with making history

Loudest **** in the room the weakest

Them quiet dudes just probably need better speakers

This ain't a modest way of living, 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 2020 vision, but don't see a **** vision till 2020

Wow

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas

A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous

But when that ain't enough and black ain't enough

Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded

You don't drink champagne but you ordering cases

Your friends like hanging 'cause they know that you paying

When them bills backing up, and black ain't enough and them checks adding up

You just don't wanna be famous

Woo

This some bullshit

Yeah

Three, three, two, one, cut