Letra de Payment - Juicy J

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 come from the trenches, look momma, I made 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

Tired 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

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