Money Problems / Benz Truck [explicit] Lyrics - 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 

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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