Ft. 2 Chainz

(Hook x2)
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems

(Verse: Que)
If I keep shittin on ya, I apologise
Niggas ain't eatin like it's Ramadan
Bitches in my entourage, all flavors like Häagen-Dazs
Hit ya with the carbine nine if ya play with the parmezan
Ballin so hard jump the scrimmage line
Closet like a muthafuckin finish-line
Garage open, shit look like an enterprise
Rich nigga still eatin noodles when it's dinner time
I just found a hunid in my pants pocket
Neva carry cash cause it don't fit in my damn wallet
Got an F in school, but I made an A fo flashy
What ta make a year, that's what I gotta pay fo taxes
I got problems ya don't got
My bitches keep bitchin' to me bout some botox
They like to pop up on a nigga like Jackbox
I gotta swap and pay rent on like four spots

(Hook x2)
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
I don't know which Rollie I'm gonna wear, ain't no real niggas ova there
I be ridin' in a ? in a thunderstorm with a bitch with long hair
Walk in Giuseppe's, I got four pair
I'm on the drugs gave her dope ?
Just a yung nigga beatin dope charges
Switchin' time-zones, I need four watches
She suck it so long she need a throat lozenge
Foot on the wood during all star
Mailbox so far I need a golf cart
Crib so big it's like Wal-Mart
Yard so big it's like a ballpark
Ya know they call Target 'Target'
Nigga don't get in my way!
Don't be my target, ff-fire shots at yo ball fade
And she is so wet she's a mermaid!

(Hook x3)
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems
I got rich nigga problems