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