Dave East - Rich Problems Lyrics

Yeah
They think money answer every problem, you know?
I'm having rich nigga problems
Straightjacket crazy
Might end up in that asylum
Think I'm always in a good mood
You see me smiling
Little devil on my shoulder and he wildin'

Rich nigga problems
Bank account great, my homies dying
Your bitch don't know you trying
Everything you say you lying
Honor and defiance, I never rolled with the masses
F*ck viral, this flow a virus
I got the touch of Midas
One eye open like a pirate like my living private
That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited
When they in that dark space they try to soak your light up
Headlines talking down on you in like every write up
I might just confide in a priest
I feel like Pac in '93
I stay away from suckas, pops got diabetes
It's dying season, mama crying season
I escaped the karma after karma season, died without a reason
Who gon' explain that to your mother while she GoFund you?
She cooking dinners for the block, somehow she go hungry
Appetite f*cked 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 think I preach, uh
Rich nigga problems get tricky, they think you sleep
Rich nigga problems, I gotta parlay with Meech
Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks
Thinking of the gangstas that died that I got to meet, uh
Thinking of the times when I hustled I couldn't breathe, uh
I got a homie only deal with white, I call him Bleach
We started gettin' work out in Memphis, I called him Bleek, uh
The biggest out the two niggas with 'em, I called him Sheek, uh
Maleaka called him Freaky, other niggas called him Leak
Real nigga problems, I still see him in my sleep
I'm having rich nigga problems

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 me) I seen what it do to people

Money is the root of evil

I'm having rich nigga problems, taking trips with a stylist
Givenchy or Celine I can't decide, I'm getting higher
These shrooms up in my body got me talking 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 screaming hallelujah, God bless her soul
Like beach chairs, watch niggas fold, like mama with my clothes
The task force out on a Tuesday, you thinking tacos
Cali Cartel, f*ck 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 nigga problems
Familiar with the broke ones, bitches, I done choked some
Rich nigga problems, TMZ just want a story
Drink Champs, twisted, got me telling shit to N.O.R.E.
A lot of fake love fell back when I dropped Corey
Problems of a rich nigga, broke niggas bore me
With coke aunty saw me, my ghosts niggas haunt me
Tears dropping down my face, Kobe in the car seat
Kairi want the world and I don't care 'bout what it cost me

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 me) I seen what it do to people

They say money is the root of evil