Troubles (Live At Electric Lady) lyrics

Whoa, whoa (whoa)
Ooh
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (can't fix)
We might struggle because life's a b*tch
And you happy when your ass get rich (get rich)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't sh*t (ooh)
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (hell nah)
We might struggle because life's a b*tch (b*tch)
And you happy when your ass get rich (get that money)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't sh*t
I just lost my house to the drought, ayy (damn)
Now I'm stayin' on my mama couch, ayy (damn)
Told me get a job or to bounce, ayy (bounce)
Never paid a bill, I cop a ounce, ayy
I could spend a twenty on a dub (ayy)
But I can't even spend it on some sh*t I really love (for real)
I need some TLC, but b*tches treat me like a scrub (scrub)
I gotta drive my mama car to pull up to the club
Ain't nothin' left to do but now a n*gga gotta hustle
I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle (ayy)
Maneuver through the game, I put my n*ggas in the huddle
Now we all just runnin' routes
And fittin' pieces to the puzzle my n*gga, ayy (ooh)
Got some problems that the music can't fix (can't fix)
Whole squad, everybody on my di*k (get off my di*k)
More money, more problems, and we lit (they lit)
All my ex's textin, sayin' I ain't sh*t (sh*t)
She said, get the bag go and be yourself ('self)
Pretty b*tches sayin' I need to be myself ('self)
When I was down bad and I needed help
Passin' by me on the street, you should've seen yourself, yeah
How did you not remember how it was then? (then, then)
Now all the sudden I got no cousins (kin, kin)
Hollerin' up in my gate, tryna get buzzed in, huh
If you don't give a damn, I don't give a f*ck
I can't swim, I got a pool and I'ma drown in it (drown in it)
Drunk under water, they goin' clown fishin' (clown fishin')
I be on my own, don't be announcin' sh*t (whoa)
The chopper make beautiful music, play around with it
Ain't nothin' left to do but now a n*gga gotta hustle (oh)
I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle (yeah)
Maneuver through the game, I put my n*ggas in the huddle (yeah)
Now we all just runnin' routes
And fittin' pieces to the puzzle my n*gga, ayy
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (can't fix)
We might struggle because life's a b*tch
And you happy when your ass get rich (get rich)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't sh*t (ooh)
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (hell nah)
We might struggle because life's a b*tch (b*tch)
And you happy when your ass get rich (get that money)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't sh*t