A Picture
Pour me a drink yeah
Let me sit back and let me think yeah
Scheming on how I'm gon' make these M's
Because I want ice I want Roleys I want blings yeah
(I want more)
I will make it out one day
Let me tell you I believe it I'll make it out one day
Hand me the ball and block the rushers I'll run it like O.J
I don't lie and I don't play
I can't lie I make mistakes
I'm a human being but I feel immortal everyday
When I'm on the green when I'm smoking on the mary-jane
And my self esteem on the all time high stay out my way
I know God will make a way when they seems to be no way
But wait
Do I believe in God
Do I believe in Jesus Christ, Peter and St. Paul
Do I believe it, I don't feel it, but I'm reading on Philippians chapter 3
Finally my brothers rejoice in the lord
Get the drinks let it pour let it pour
Give me more give me more give me more
I'm on top it will hurt when I fall
But I won't fall Michael Jordan I will score
Michael Jackson Billie Jean Man in the Mirror
Life is mysterious filled with demons and these whores
To the haters I bring pain I bring war
I'll roar I'm a lion I'll roar
(I want more)
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money mo' mo'
Pour me a drink yeah
Let me sit back and let me think yeah
Scheming on how I'm gon' make these M's
Because I want ice I want Roleys I want blings yeah
Flash take a picture
Keep to myself I don't chit chat
I don't like the alcohol or the liquor
It will burn my liver but make me feel lil better
My heart is black that's how I want my coffee
The way I'm balling they can't stop me
I got handles
I Break their ankles
I paralize 'em like Aubrey in Degrassi
Don't cross me
I call my posses
I call Lil Vinci
He got M16's
He military
Niggas they don't scare me
They don't understand me
They not even scary
(I want more)
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
Let me sit back and let me think yeah
Scheming on how I'm gon' make these M's
Because I want ice I want Roleys I want blings yeah
(I want more)
I will make it out one day
Let me tell you I believe it I'll make it out one day
Hand me the ball and block the rushers I'll run it like O.J
I don't lie and I don't play
I can't lie I make mistakes
I'm a human being but I feel immortal everyday
When I'm on the green when I'm smoking on the mary-jane
And my self esteem on the all time high stay out my way
I know God will make a way when they seems to be no way
But wait
Do I believe in God
Do I believe in Jesus Christ, Peter and St. Paul
Do I believe it, I don't feel it, but I'm reading on Philippians chapter 3
Finally my brothers rejoice in the lord
Get the drinks let it pour let it pour
Give me more give me more give me more
I'm on top it will hurt when I fall
But I won't fall Michael Jordan I will score
Michael Jackson Billie Jean Man in the Mirror
Life is mysterious filled with demons and these whores
To the haters I bring pain I bring war
I'll roar I'm a lion I'll roar
(I want more)
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money mo' mo'
Pour me a drink yeah
Let me sit back and let me think yeah
Scheming on how I'm gon' make these M's
Because I want ice I want Roleys I want blings yeah
Flash take a picture
Keep to myself I don't chit chat
I don't like the alcohol or the liquor
It will burn my liver but make me feel lil better
My heart is black that's how I want my coffee
The way I'm balling they can't stop me
I got handles
I Break their ankles
I paralize 'em like Aubrey in Degrassi
Don't cross me
I call my posses
I call Lil Vinci
He got M16's
He military
Niggas they don't scare me
They don't understand me
They not even scary
(I want more)
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
More money more problems
More money more problems
I want more money more problems
I want more money more problems
Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Rivers
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