Hayit Murat & Selina Noor - Rich Problems

I was broke on the floor, counting change in my pound.
Had a seat too full, but my soul feel gone.
Got a chain on my neck, got a blade on my back.
Every hair shake fake, every smile is a trap.

Mama said it ain't gold if you stay your hairs.
Now I'm cleaning off blood on designer pairs.
Got the keys to the loft, still locked in my head.
Bought a big body car, can't escape what I say.

Money got me rich, rich got me problems.
Stuck thoughts, taking on this resolve.
Oh, let every new leg bring another new profit.
Money get me rich, rich got me problems, yeah.