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Juice Wrld - Solve Em Problems Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
(DY Krazy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, runnin' up a check, everyday
That's the way that I live
Fuck you for the night, but that's it
You can't stay at my crib
Choppa on my hip, you get popped like a molly lil' girl
Now I'm rich as fuck, I just bought a house next to Uncle Phil
Ooh, ooh
Tell me what your problems are, I bet I'd solve 'em
Ooh, ooh
Tell me what your problems are, I bet I'd solve 'em

[Verse 1]
I may hit the jewelry store and spend a hundred thou'
I may crack a joke or two if I'ma wildin' out
At my shows, with the gang, jumpin' in the crowds
You niggas can't ball like us, you niggas keep on fowlin' out
Remember I was crackin' all the Visas
Nowadays, I'm crackin' on the Divas
That lil' bitch ain't loyal, she a eater
Money on my phone so much, I pick up
Sack chaser, money maker
Money on my phone, too much
(Money on my phone so much, I pick up
Sack chaser, money maker
Money on my phone, too much)
[Chorus]
Yeah, runnin' up a check, everyday
That's the way that I live
Fuck you for the night, but that's it
You can't stay at my crib
Choppa on my hip, you get popped like a molly lil' girl
Now I'm rich as fuck, I just bought a house next to Uncle Phil
Ooh, ooh
Tell me what your problems are, I bet I'd solve 'em
Ooh, ooh
Tell me what your problems are, I bet I'd solve 'em

[Verse 2]
Fly like a rocket
Got it on me if you gettin' out of pocket
So much money, I'll be overstuffin' my pocket
Run up on me, then I'll pop it
I got options, the 'rari or the [?]
The rap or the rock shit, I got options
Kick a door or a locksmith
It's fear in the air, I hate the smell of it
Life's a gamble, I won't scramble for no Percocets
(The 'rari or the [?]
The rap or the rock shit, I got options
Kick a door or a locksmith
It's fear in the air, I hate the smell of it
Life's a gamble, I won't scramble for no Percocets)
[Chorus]
Yeah, runnin' up a check, everyday
That's the way that I live
Fuck you for the night, but that's it
You can't stay at my crib
Choppa on my hip, you get popped like a molly lil' girl
Now I'm rich as fuck, I just bought a house next to Uncle Phil
Ooh, ooh
Tell me what your problems are, I bet I'd solve 'em
Ooh, ooh
Tell me what your problems are, I bet I'd solve 'em