Rich Amiri - Problems lyrics

{intro} Boost {verse} (woah, woah) My money got longer b*tch got badder, cars got faster, gas got stronger Brand new rollie, brand new ap can't tell time-a Oh you got problems, i bet that kel-tec gon' solve 'em Feel like apostle when that choppa' sing like the gospel Pull up with the top off, uh Take yo top off, uh .55 it'll get you knocked off, uh Smoking dope like a rasta, uh Eat a ni**a up like pasta, uh Hit him with the blocka, uh-huh If i see a coppa, i put the gas in full throttle Yo' b*tches fat eating whoppers, my b*tches sip out the bottle That b*tch text me, "i love you", i think i might have to block hеr Think i need some more pints, i'm finna go to the doctor Try, mе you gone lose yo' life, i swear that's what it's gone cost ya' Choppa, bullets they right in the sky! Watch out they gon' hit yo' patna'! Wait! hold up it aim at yo' eye! 'cuz a ni**a wanna be a lil robber! He talking down he meet his demise Yeah i promise you don't want trauma! (uh-huh!) (woah!) {interlude: voicemail} I was really hoping that you would pick up because i miss you, a lot {verse} (woah, woah) My money got longer b*tch got badder, cars got faster, gas got stronger Brand new rollie, brand new ap can't tell time-a Oh you got problems, i bet that kel-tec gon' solve 'em Feel like apostle when that choppa' sing like the gospel Pull up with the top off, uh Take yo top off, uh .55 it'll get you knocked off, uh Smoking dope like a rasta, uh Eat a ni**a up like pasta, uh Hit him with the blocka, uh-huh (go, go, go!) {outro} Boost (woah, woah) My money got longer b*tch got badder, cars got faster, gas got stronger Brand new rollie, brand new ap can't tell time-a Oh you got problems, i bet that kel-tec gon' solve 'em Feel like apostle when that choppa' sing like the gospel Pull up with the top off, uh Take yo top off, uh .55 it'll get...