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  • Bryson Tiller – Money Problems / Benz Truck (True To Self Album)

    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
    Ay, 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
    Ay, 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
    Ay, 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