Mo Money Mo Problems
Pockets full of bands, hands full of racks
Never turning down, I stay turnt up to the max
Ridin' with my shooters and I keep a strap
Call em Kobe in the Clutch, they don't ever lack
Smoke that book pack, I dropped the roof back
Poppin' in my city, now they know me, round the map
I'm addicted to the money like a junkie with the crack
I'm like Aaron Donald cause you know I get a sack
They say more money, more problems, bank account got commas
I'm counting out these dollars, I make it rain
The crew full of ballers, the crew full of sliders
And you know they keep choppas
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm counting out these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers The crew full of sliders
And you know they keep choppas
I rock Christian Dior, every day I stay fly
I feel like I can soar, speedin' in my coupe
I put the pedal to the floor, used to be poor
Now I got money and I blow it in the store
I can't get enough cash, gotta get some more
Ice on my neck and wrist, diamonds galore
If money ain't callin', I press ignore
Hop in the Hellcat, the engine roar
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
Ayy, more money, more problems, You can call me out to solve em
Used to fuck on dusty hoes, now I'm fuckin' IG models
Hit the gas, I'm goin' full throttle
Put all my feelings right in the bottle
Misled, I never had me a role model
Rollin' back to back, I be so faded like a drop fade
Niggas say he fuck my bitch, why the fuck would I ever be phased
All these hoes green just like a light, these bitches all on go
Caught a opp at the red light just like spotem, you know we got em
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
Never turning down, I stay turnt up to the max
Ridin' with my shooters and I keep a strap
Call em Kobe in the Clutch, they don't ever lack
Smoke that book pack, I dropped the roof back
Poppin' in my city, now they know me, round the map
I'm addicted to the money like a junkie with the crack
I'm like Aaron Donald cause you know I get a sack
They say more money, more problems, bank account got commas
I'm counting out these dollars, I make it rain
The crew full of ballers, the crew full of sliders
And you know they keep choppas
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm counting out these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers The crew full of sliders
And you know they keep choppas
I rock Christian Dior, every day I stay fly
I feel like I can soar, speedin' in my coupe
I put the pedal to the floor, used to be poor
Now I got money and I blow it in the store
I can't get enough cash, gotta get some more
Ice on my neck and wrist, diamonds galore
If money ain't callin', I press ignore
Hop in the Hellcat, the engine roar
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
Ayy, more money, more problems, You can call me out to solve em
Used to fuck on dusty hoes, now I'm fuckin' IG models
Hit the gas, I'm goin' full throttle
Put all my feelings right in the bottle
Misled, I never had me a role model
Rollin' back to back, I be so faded like a drop fade
Niggas say he fuck my bitch, why the fuck would I ever be phased
All these hoes green just like a light, these bitches all on go
Caught a opp at the red light just like spotem, you know we got em
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
They say more money, more problems
Bank account got commas, I'm countin' up these dollars
I make it rain, the crew full of ballers
The crew full of sliders and you know they keep choppas
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Writer(s): Spoken P
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