Lyrics Rich Nigga Problems - A$AP Rocky
′Bout
12
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
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
The
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
12
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
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
Brazen
chains,
is
he
Pusha
T
or
Mr.
T?
Know
who
could
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′
hits,
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
2020
vision
but
don't
see
a
nigga
vision
′til
2020?
Fuck
Wow
(uh)
′Bout
12
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
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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