Lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ] Hmm Ayy [Chorus: FMB DZ] More money, more problems, I bought more choppers Gotta be on point, too many niggas tryna stop us Two twenty on the dash, these bitches leave with helicopter Just ordered up some Morton's 'cause I love they steak and lobster I might pull off in a 'Vette, then come back in a Benz I've been stabbed in my back, so I don't need me no new friends [?] Jordan, that's the pussy is revenge Every time we see them niggas outsidе, we gon' spin [Verse 1: FMB DZ] I'm the head nigga in chargе where I'm from, shoutout Lan Plymouth Road, ask the ten, always clutchin' on my fin Bad guy spend his last, I'm thuggin' 'til the end I'm recordin' off the Hen', off the top, fuck a PIN [?] just get in the coupe when I ain't got nowhere to go Brush the top with this shit, any day could switch a flow All my niggas be on go, we be switchin' to the show All my pieces on me hittin', since a baby, I've been shittin' Always knew that I was gifted, I just felt like somethin' was missing All my life been on a mission, I've been ridin' around fishin' Let me see an opposition, we gon' hit him in his biscuit Call him, send a trap and in his Expidition, then we flipped it Niggas knowin' I'm the biggest, hands down, I'm the realest I've been thuggin' for a minute, I'ma ride 'til it's finished Niggas dyin' for an image, thirty pointers on the Tennis I'm respected in the trenches, them boys known to stand on business [Chorus: FMB DZ & LOM Rudy] More money, more problems, I bought more choppers Gotta be on point, too many niggas tryna stop us Two twenty on the dash, these bitches leave with helicopter Just ordered up some Morton's 'cause I love they steak and lobster I might pull off in a 'Vette, then come back in a Benz I've been stabbed in my back, so I don't need me no new friends [?] Jordan, that's the pussy is revenge Every time we see them niggas outside, we gon' spin (Woo, nigga) [Verse 2: LOM Rudy] More problems, more hits, I wish I could've got a watch The more I rap, the less time I gotta put into the block I bet whatever, I can fit three bitches right into this drop The more money, more cheese that I'ma put into the pot I ain't tryna do no tellin' when I tell her 69 I remember 'bows with Sada, that mean they was fifty-five Gotta ride, we'd get filthy rich, just give me fifty-nine But that's gon' make 'em feel some type of way just like Rich Homie Quan Davonte Davis to the fetty wheel, I got a million right Catch whoever put me in a song, you got the green light [?] to get two thousand if we got some clean pints Pay a price so golden, it's gon' take us to supreme heights First twenty off of dice, I think I still got it saved Catch him while I'm out of town, I could still get it paid Caught me red handed with it, lawyer still got it waived I'm petty, if you hit mines, my boy, we still got a trey [Chorus: FMB DZ] More money, more problems, I bought more choppers Gotta be on point, too many niggas tryna stop us Two twenty on the dash, these bitches leave with helicopter Just ordered up some Morton's 'cause I love they steak and lobster I might pull off in a 'Vette, then come back in a Benz I've been stabbed in my back, so I don't need me no new friends [?] Jordan, that's the pussy is revenge Every time we see them niggas outside, we gon' spin