Let’s get it to the top of the money
Let’s get it to the motherfucking city
Let’s get it to the top of the money
Let’s get it to the motherfucking city
I got fucking problems, they keep me up at night
Struggling to make it through, trying to stay in the fight
But these damn fucking problems, they never seem to end
Fuck
They just cut me off
In the patience taught you to end
Fucking problems, they always come around
(Come around)
Trying to bring me down, but it won't be bound
I'm on my grind, ain't got no time to waste
Gotta keep moving, gotta keep up the space
(Moving, moving)
They say money can't buy happiness
All cap
I won’t sure solve a lot of problems
Billy piling up, gotta make that dough
Fucking problems, this is fucking problems
They just won't quit
Fucking problems, this is fucking problems
I got fucking problems, they keep me up at night
Struggling to make it through, trying to stay in the fight
But these problems pissing me off
They just keep me coming my patience
Starting to my bend
Fuck your problems, they always come around
(Problems)
Trying to bring me down, but it won't be bound
On my grind, ain't no time to waste
Gotta keep moving, gotta keep up the pace
Fucking problems, this is fucking problems
They just won't go away
I'm tryna stay strong, but it's hard to keep the faith
Wish I could escape
Wish I could escape from this shit
Hey, Russia taste of me
See I’m going to support this shit man
My fault
I’m gonna rip that song a part
My White Russian nigga
That’s so cool
Look at my neck (shine, shine)
Look at my wrist (shine,shine)
Yeah, yeah
But this make you blind
Look at my neck (shine, shine)
Look at my wrist (shine,shine)
Yeah, yeah
My diamonds gonna shine
Who am I, who am I
You should to know
All my fellas mine
Fucking problems, fucking problems
I’m tryna stay strong no matter what to say
My homie bingo will protect me henny anyway
They we’ll do henny anyways
They will be do way
Huh huh huh
My homie real gangsta
My homie Richard
He will protect me no matter what they say
Fuck the beat go
I’m hoping this beat man
We all embracing that beaker
I’ma tear that song up man on my motherfucking mama
Her momma grave that shit cold
I got you my nigga