"Money Problems / Benz Truck" lyrics - BRYSON TILLER

[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, 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, aye
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

[Hook 1]
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
I need 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

[Hook 1]
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

[Part 2: Benz Truck]

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 niggas look at me like "Easy lick", yuh
Bad bitches want my kids, yup
Light skin, I call 'em my honey dip, yuh
Niggas 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 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

[Outro:]
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