[Intro]
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Yeah
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They think money answer every problem, you know?

[Verse 1]
I'm havin' rich n***a problems
Straitjacket crazy, might end up in that asylum
Think I'm always in a good mood, you see me smilin'
Little devil on my shoulder and he wildin'
Rich n***a problems
Bank account great, my homies dyin'
Your bitch don't know you tryin', everything you say you lyin'
Honor and defiance, I never rolled with the masses
Fuck viral, this flow a virus, I got the touch of Midas
One eye open like a pirate, like my livin' private
That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited
When they in that dark space, thеy try to soak your light up
Headlines talkin' down on you in like еvery writeup
I might just confine in a priest, I feel like Pac in '93
I stay away from suckers
Pops got diabetes
It's dyin' season, mama cryin' season
I escaped the comma after comma season
Died without a reason
Who gon' explain that to your mother
While she go fund you?
She cookin' dinners for the block
Somehow she go hungry
Appetite fucked up, can't even eat, uh
Body tight, both eyes heavy, can't even sleep, uh
Youngin wasn't too high to swing, just out of reach, uh
The way the Lord speak through my lyrics, you'd think I preach
Rich n***a problems get tricky, they think you sleep
Rich n***a problems, I gotta party with Meech
Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks
Thinkin' of the gangsters that died that I got to meet, uh
Thinkin' of the times when I hustled, I couldn't breathe, uh
I got a homie only deal with white, I call him Bleach
He started gettin' work out in Memphis, I called him Bleek, uh
The biggest out the two n***as with 'em, I called him Sheek, uh
Maleaka called him freaky, other n***as called him Leak
Real n***a problems, I still see him in my sleep
I'm havin' rich n***a problems
[Chorus]
They say money is the root of evil (How you know?)
I seen what it do to people (Oh aight)
They told me money is the root of evil (That's what they told you)
I seen what it do to people
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Money is the root of evil

[Verse 2]
I'm havin' rich n***a problems
Takin' trips with a stylist
Givenchy or Celine, I can't decide, I'm gettin' higher
These shrooms up in my body got me talkin' to Elijah Muhammad
Ask him what happened to Malcolm, just be honest
Our forefathers had more problems than we could handle
Just tryna set examples, every corner I see candles
Murals on the wall of my store, really been poor
Black king feel like a Moor, Mansa Musa
I'm the one that introduced your wife to Kama Sutra
Have her screamin', "Hallelujah," God blessed her soul
Like beach chairs, watch n***as fold, like mama with my clothes
The Task Force out on a Tuesday, you thinkin' tacos
Cali cartel, fuck jail, I feel like Pacho
Never speak a word like you Pablo and I'm Gustavo
Crib out in the 'burbs so my daughters don't see no potholes
Since a snot nose I wanted rich n***a problems
Familiar with the broke ones
Bitches, I done choked some
Rich n***a problems, TMZ just want a story
Drіnk Champs twisted, got me tellin' shit to NORE
A lot of fake love fell back when I dropped Corey
Problems of a rich n***a, broke n***as bore me
With coke auntie saw me
My ghost n***as haunt me
Tears droppin' down my face, Kobi in the car seat
Kairi want the world and I don't care 'bout what it cost me
[Chorus]
They say money is the root of evil (How you know?)
I seen what it do to people (Oh aight)
They told me money is the root of evil (That's what they told you)
I seen what it do to people
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They say money is the root of evil
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