Money Problems / Benz Truck lyrics

[Part 1: Money Problems]

[Intro]
Hey
God damn, God damn
Hey (God)
Hey
Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true

[Hook 1]
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, n*gga, I need breakfast in my suite
n*ggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no

[Verse 1]
Every time you see me, I'm in go mode
n*ggas ain't 'bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
When I drop, a few n*ggas is goin' ghost
You gassed up, thinkin' we go toe-to-toe, aye
I'm bout to go Kanye West on n*ggas
You know care less if I upset some n*ggas, hey
Supposedly I've been in debt with n*ggas
f*ck 'em, I ain't writing out no check for n*ggas
My lawyer check them n*ggas
Said "Don't sweat them n*ggas"
Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
He talkin' wild, I said "Objection", n*gga
You a lame, get up out my section, n*gga
Hey, he throwin' shade, I don't play fetch with n*ggas, yeah
Big money, still I rarely flex on n*ggas
Don't need attention, just respect from n*ggas
Oh, no, all I really need is, need is
[Hook 1]
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, n*gga, I need breakfast in my suite
n*ggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
I need money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, n*gga, I need breakfast in my suite
n*ggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me

[Verse 2]
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 n*ggas start wildin'
Yeah, you the one that I think of
And God, he the only one thing keepin' you n*ggas 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
[Hook 1]
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, n*gga, I need breakfast in my suite
n*ggas 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, n*gga, I need breakfast in my suite
n*ggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no

[Part 2: Benz Truck]

[Verse 3]
Aye
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 A1, 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 n*ggas look at me like "Easy lick", yuh
Bad b*tches want my kids, yup
Light skin, I call 'em my honey dip, yuh
n*ggas waitin' on me to slip up
On my Blac Youngsta flex, thats how I feel, yuh
Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel-up
Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
[Hook 2]
Aye, jump inside the Benz truck
I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
Or a SLS, gotta pick one
Get my b*tch one
And she at the crib, yeah, doin' sit-ups
And she tryna get fit for a young n*gga
She a down-ass b*tch, that's why I f*ck with her
I'm just tryna get rich, double up figures

[Outro]
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
She a down-ass b*tch, that's why I f*ck with her
She a down-ass b*tch
Down, down, down, down, down