“RNP,” which stands for “Rich Nigga Problems,” is the third and final single off of YBN Cordae’s debut album, The Lost Boy.

On top of a thumping beat, produced by J. Cole, Cordae and Anderson .Paak trade… Read More [Chorus: Anderson .Paak]

One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

[Verse 1: Cordae]

Uh, okay, put your fuckin' hands up, this the fuckin' anthem

Smilin' 'cause I'm young, rich, Black, and I'm handsome

Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy

Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me? Smell me?

Nigga, that's Chanel cologne

I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]

Like ooh, sound like rich nigga problems

I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms

Into randomness and risky ménages

Like if the head right, she can get what she wanted

The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet

She told me she was prego, I ain't even take the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket yet

[Verse 3: Cordae]

The opposite

She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet

Must be thinkin' I'm a one-way ticket on a runway

Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]

One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

[Verse 4: Cordae & Anderson .Paak]

I bought a Moncler coat for the times we're broke

I'ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat

Front row? Duh, bro, we don't sit on nosebleeds

Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats

Ain't we like a cold team? Nigga, Shaq and Kobe

Like back in '03, I was only like six

Shit, I was like sixteen, but I can give a sixteen

I can make a bitch scream, that's a bit extreme

I got a thick bald bitch, I call her Ms. Clean

My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine

And we all all-stars, you hardly sixth-string

Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams

Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein

The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding

We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese

Fuck does that even mean? Nigga, just let the hook sing

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]

One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me

Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me

I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet

I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat

And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me