RNP Tay B

[Intro]
Rich nigga problems (Rich nigga problems, baby, give me some cash)
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Huh

[Verse 1]
You a motherfuckin' lowlife, never be shit
I just fucked Q, I bought her Cs, I been on P shit
Pussy wet like a ocean, fuck around and got sea sick
Fish out of water, you might drown in the deep end
Am I gon' spend some money on you? Shit, it all depends
I got a young bitch in Miami, flewed out for the weekend
Brodie, he a real P man, just like Meek Man
You ain't speak when I ain't had no pape', why you speakin' now?
I'm at the point where like you got a beef or nah?
I should fuck around and drop the top on the Beamer now
Beefin', man, that shit for broke niggas, I ain't beefin' now
So much money, I could get a nigga killed so easy now
Put a belt on them kids, pop, goes the weasel now
I'll never see your ass again, hasta la vista now
Buy one, you get taxed, you buy ten, you get it cheap for now

[Chorus]
I just broke my money counter, rich nigga problems
All these hoes wanna fuck, rich nigga problems
I just fucked up my Bentley truck, rich nigga problems
I don't know where to hide the money, rich nigga problems
Rich nigga problems, rich nigga problems
Rich nigga problems, got rich nigga problems
Rich nigga problems, rich nigga problems
Rich nigga problems, got rich nigga problems