Rich Problems (feat. Madchild)

Look Only woman in my life Is my wife and my mama She gotta pretty purse On her hip for the Lama Dealing with her first Would be worse for the drama Only have respect For the checks with the Commas Ya I got problems You ain't got problems Follow me around With a cam like a sitcom Drape me in gold On a camel in Islam Mommy with the lip balm Watching as she sip wine Rockstar no bodyguard Roof top rock hard All body armor Party hard all night Like a Mardi gras Bruce Willis die hard With the shorty armed No shirt the convict with a chauffeur Poster child turned rich on a brochure Said I'd never make it outta here They were so sure Still sitting with a soul and you soldiers Look No limit on the visa Palace on the hill like I'm Caesar Painting me in gold Worth more then Mona Lisa Add a couple mill for the fly Mamacita Checking my deposits Only seeing profits Code in my phone For the vault like a locksmith Drowning in my money Never see me Like the Lockness A band on a dinner with my girl Yeah I got this It's mista Only thing he really got Is a rich problem Only really want the checks With the six columns Probably wouldn't take a loss If a bitch robbed him That's a rich problem Only call the women bitch When they dick ride him Love spending even more When they bitch bout him Love sitting on my throne On my big mountain That's a rich problem Ok I snap on a track A warrior that is primal Run the whole track Victoria to Nanaimo His word is final My word is final No one want a problem With me and Mr. Esquimalt I'm a bank guard I bang hard On Blanchard Street You need to get your shit straight bro Your bank card weak Mads an angry little meanie I'm a new brand of genie Disappear like Houdini In a blue Lamborghini Eh I love my money a lot I'm very fond of it Making so much now that I am going to have to launder it A little bit of a shark You could get coned of it I want the whole fucking cake And the condiments See these fuck boys on the side Bitch I am onto them I'll catch them slipping one at a time At night while wandering 3000 dollars every day That's my minimum 99 problems and my bitch About 10 of them Ayo my whip worth more Than your life I'm flooded in ice Flyest rapper out so they studied my fight Crack you in the head With the butt of my knife Really want that fucker dead So I gutted him twice I make so much guap That it hurts your feelings So you're trying to find dirt That is worth revealing Eh You keep talking a bunch You'll get punch dummy Cause what you make in a month I call lunch money Only thing he really got Is a rich problem Only really want the checks With the six columns Probably wouldn't take a loss If a bitch robbed him That's a rich problem Only call the women bitch When they dick ride him Love spending even more When they bitch bout him Love sitting on my throne On my big mountain That's a rich problem And that didn't make a fuckin' Damn