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Rari Let's go Rari no top when it's rainin' I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah I can't keep flyin' private jets for entertainment I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah It be the ones that's the closest try to take it I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah Some people only see me as a payment I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah Who can I trust? Who can I run to? Old friends come through needin' favors out the blue Somethin' light, I can save for a rainy day Rich as hell, but I'm not tryna give it all away Cash in the ventilation, I been paper chasin' Racks so old, was goin' through decomposition I comе from the trenches, look momma, I madе it Everybody feel like I owe them some compensations Tired of rubber bands breakin' I'm tired of all the chance takin' Tired of all the fake love and the hand shakin' Only names I care about is Jackson [?] I'm tired of all this money, tired of all your favors Get complaints when we too loud, tired of all my neighbors Letras de cancionesTired of bitches OnlyFans, been a helpin' hand I don't owe you niggas nothin', you a grown ass man Rari no top when it's rainin' I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah I can't keep flyin' private jets for entertainment I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah It be the ones that's the closest tryna take it I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah Some people only see me as a payment I got rich problems, I got problems, yeah Everybody want a cup, but they ain't help me get it They ain't help me make this money, wanna help me spend it Get upset when I don't lend it just because I'm winnin' Soon as I tell 'em no they get in they feelings Bunch of [?] muhfuckers tryna use a nigga Cut 'em off, they try to double back and sue a nigga I been on the steady grind, I go get the bag Goddamn, took a pair Uncle Sam have It's hard findin' out your own friends bogus Tryna steal from you thinkin' that you wouldn't notice I don't even wanna talk about the lawyer fees Jealous muhfuckers tryna take a nigga off the streets Tryna jam a nigga up and come for all my paper I got a car that cost your house, and that's why you hate us Instead of watchin' me, get you a life More money, more problems, damn, Biggie was right From Letras Mania