Money Problems / Benz Truck (Bryson Tiller)

Hey Goddamn, goddamn Hey (God) Hey Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no Every time you see me, I'm in go mode Niggas ain't 'bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke) When I drop a few niggas is goin' ghost You gassed up thinkin' we go toe-to-toe Ayy, I'm bout to go Kanye West on niggas You know care less if I upset some niggas Hey, supposedly I've been in debt with niggas Fuck 'em, I ain't writing out no check for niggas My lawyer check them niggas, said don't sweat them niggas Order lobster for breakfast and dinner He talkin' wild, I said objection, nigga You a lame, get up out my section, nigga Hey, he throwin' shade, I don't play fetch with niggas Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas Don't need attention, just respect from niggas Oh no, all I really need is, need is Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me No way, that's okay, that's okay Oh, I come a long way Yeah and it's been a while since I clocked in Came out on top and shawty tell me I'm poppin' Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up When these niggas start wildin', yeah, you the one that I think of And God, he the only one thing keepin' you niggas from gettin' sprayed up For my daughter, I'm gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor) You got money problems, I'm sorry (hey) Ain't no money problems ever stop me (never) I just treat a prayer like a hobby And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no Ayy, yeah, I heard They talkin' crazy on the block still I ain't on the block no more, I'm in the hills Just checked the temperature, I'm hot still Ridin' 65, I'm on them hot wheels The flow way when I'm sauced up I got my money right last year, I bossed up Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain't cost much Fake friends, they gon' say we lost touch Strangers, they gon' say I switched up Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah Bad bitches want my kids, yeah Light skin, I call 'em my honey dip, yeah Niggas waitin' on me to slip up On my black, I just flex that's how I feel, yeah Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck Ayy, jump inside the Benz truck I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck Or a SLS, gotta pick one Get my bitch one And she at the crib, yeah, doin' sit ups And she tryna get fit for a young nigga She a down ass bitch, that's why I fuck with her I'm just tryna get rich, double up figures Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em She a down ass bitch, that's why I fuck with her She a down ass bitch Down, down, down, down, down