Lyrics Rich Problems - Dave East

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They think money answer every problem, you know? (La, la, la, la, la, la)

I'm havin' rich nigga problems
Straight jacket, crazy, might end up in that asylum
Think I'm always in a good mood, you see me smilin'
Little devil on my shoulder and he wildin'
Rich niggas problems
Bank account great, my homies dyin'
Your bitch don't know you tryin', everythin' you say, you lyin'
Honor and defiance, I never rolled with the masses

Fuck viral, this flow a virus, I got the touch of Midas
One eye open like a pirate, like my lyin' private
That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited
When they in that dark space, they try to soak your light up
Headlines talking down on you, in like every write up
I might just confide in a priest, I feel like Pac in '93
I stay away from suckas
Pop got diabetes

It's dyin' season, momma cryin' season
I escaped the comma, after comma season
Died without a season
Who gon' explain that to your mother
While she go find you?
She cooking dinners for the block
Somehow, she go hungry
Appetite fucked up, can't even eat, uh

Body tight, both eyes heavy, can't even sleep, uh
Youngin' wasn't too high to swing, just out of reach, uh
The way the Lord speak through my lyrics, you think I preach
Rich nigga problems, get tricky, they think it's meech
Rich nigga problems, I got to party with me
Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks
Thinkin' of the gangstas that died, that I got to meet, uh

Thinkin' of the times when I hustled, I couldn't breathe, uh
I got a homie, only deal with whrite, I call him Bleach
He started gettin' work out in Memphis, I called him Bleek, uh
The biggest out the two niggas with 'em, I called him Sheek, uh
Maleaka called him freaky, other niggas called him Leak
Real nigga problems, I still see him in my sleep
I'm havin' rich nigga problems

They say money is the root of evil (how you know?)
I seen what it do to people (oh, 'aight)
They told me money is the root of evil
(That's what it do to people)
I seen what it do to people
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Мoney is the root of evіl

I'm havin' rich nigga problems
Takin' trips with a stylist
Givenchy or Celine, I can't decide, I'm gettin' higher
These shrooms up in my body got me talkin' to Elijah, Muhammad
Ask him what happened to Malcolm, just be honest?
Our forefathers had more problems than we could handle
Just tryna set examples, every corner I see candles

Murals on the wall of my store, really been poor
Black king feel like a Moor, Mansa Musa
I'm the one that introduced your wife to Kama Sutra
Have her screamin' "Hallelujah", God bless her soul
Like beach chairs watch, niggas fold, like momma with my clothes
The task force out on a Tuesday, you thinkin' tacos
Cali Cartel, fuck jail, I feel like Pacho

Never speak a work, like you Pablo and I'm Gustavo
Crib out in the burbs, so my daughters don't see no potholes
Since a snot nose, I wanted rich nigga problems
Familiar with the broke ones
Bitches, I done choked some
Rich nigga problems, TMZ just want a story
Drink Champs twisted, got me telling shit to NORE

A lot of fake love fell back, when I dropped Corey
Problems of a rich nigga, broke niggas bore me
With coke, aunty saw me
My ghosts niggas haunt me
Tears dropping' down my face, Kobe on the car seat
Kairi want the world and I don't care 'bout what is cost me

Тhey say money is the root оf evil (how you know?)
І ѕееn whаt іt dо tо реорlе (oh, 'aight)
Тhеу told me money is the root of еvil (that's what they told you)
І ѕeen what it do to people
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They say money is the root of evil
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