Problems Rich Amiri

[Intro]
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[Verse]
(Woah, Woah)
My money got longer
Bitch got badder, cars got faster, gas got stronger
Brand new Rollie, Brand new AP can't tell time-a
Oh you got problems, I bet that Kel-Tec gon' solve 'em
Feel like apostle when that choppa' sing like the gospel
Pull up with the top off, uh
Take yo top off, uh
.55 it'll get you knocked off, uh
Smoking dope like a rasta, uh
Eat a nigga up like pasta, uh
Hit him with the blocka, uh-huh
If I see a coppa, I put the gas in full throttle
Yo' bitches fat eating whoppers, my bitches sip out the bottle
That bitch text me, "I love you", I think I might have to block hеr
Think I need some more pints, I'm finna go to the doctor
Try, mе you gone lose yo' life, I swear that's what it's gone cost ya'
Choppa, bullets they right in the sky!
Watch out they gon' hit yo' patna'!
Wait! Hold up it aim at yo' eye!
'Cuz a nigga wanna be a lil robber!
He talking down he meet his demise
Yeah I promise you don't want trauma! (Uh-huh!)
(Woah!)