Lyrics Rich Problems - Veyster feat. notlxhski & Brdwy Ev

You think he's speedin' through this bitch the 5-5-6, told him slow down
This bitch pussy good, but she be tweakin' off the pronouns
Nobody safe, that 7-6-2, that bitch a hellhound
Got two mags, strapped to the bullpup, we
puttin' tails down
I ran from the feds, the nigga wasn't feelin jail out
I'm tryna bag a bad bitch, nigga we outside the ale house

You bet not try and spin, when I get lit, I do you bad
If I spent a bag, I guarantee I made it back
Nigga racks, if I don't make no money, I get sad
I just passed out on the lean and woke up with no fuckin' gas
What the fuck?

Rich problems
With this bad bitch in a mazi, smokin' woods
Are you gon' top me?
Strike a nigga down, I don't play bout my creed
I feel like Yachty
Shit was dead right when I started
Bet I die lit just like Carti, huh?
She suckin' so sloppy, do you love me?

I'm like hardly
Bitch I always keep at least 2k
You'd think my name is Ronnie

This bitch askin' why I'm silent, told the bitch it's cause I'm leanin
Ask me how I know he ran, cause lil' bitch I seen him
Gettin' bags, this bitch can't see me, fuck it, my new name, Ev Cena
He was talkin' like he spendin', on my dead, I never seen him

Money phone, keep ringin', just be patient, you gon' hear em singing

I was finna put it down, but bro told me to keep spazzin
Tryna up a bag so I can go and start relaxin
Guess he mad about a bitch, I shot my shot, you know I cashed it
I was tryna float the Benz, I feel like Herb, I went and crashed it

How the fuck I make it happen? I thought I was just a rapper
I jump in my bag for all the times they told me I was average
Walk up in that bitch, I know these niggas mad, so I ain't askin
Why you cryin' on my line? Go get a nigga with the answer

Niggas can really keep spazzin