Mo Money

Lyrics

[Intro] (BangThatShit) [Verse 1] Designer head to toe, gettin' fresh like it's my birthday Niggas know how I be movin', I got Glocky on my worst day You see me out and you ain't tryna get shot, just go the other way Put your hands up and don't move, and just listen to what my brother say You paranoid, I'm might shoot from out the whip and bust the windows in it Tryna slide, better come ready, I'm just sayin', 'cause I be on that, nigga Shoot my shot at every bitch I meet, I'm like Kodak with it I ain't the type to hear a diss and be like, "I don't even know that nigga" (Try to get him that) We get rentals, then tint 'em up (Bitch up) My dog be fuckin' with his nose, hе be booted up Life bеhind tint in traffic, we be fullied up Bitch, it's me, ten milli', plus I'm with the robber, who gon' touch us? (Who gon' touch us?) I ride around with my money counter You catch me chillin' with a bitch, I got some money out her And she be crazy, I get more money than more problems They said the city run the lo' 'cause we got all the choppers (We got all the choppers) [Chorus] Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems If I ain't had no money, you would have more problems Man, I ran that money up, ain't nothin' changed, I got more choppers Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems [Verse 2] More problems, more choppers, I'm a real shotter I need to go to church, I see an opp, I pray to God I headshot him Some rich hoes around The GlockBoy, watch they get excited How the fuck I always got this lil' cannon like my name Mariah? Nigga, yeah, I be fuckin' hoes and they friends Me and my brother got the same Glock, them bitches twins Be like, "Did you fuck my bitch?", I'm like, "Nigga, it depends" This lil' fully, it be whistlin', goin' with the wind If I get in your car and this bitch goin' fast You gon' have to let me drive or I'ma get on your ass I'm The GlockBoy, this what I do (This what I do) Give him one-fifty, I'd disappear like poof (Just like—) [Chorus] Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems If I ain't had no money, you would have more problems Man, I ran that money up, ain't nothin' changed, I got more choppers Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems Nigga, more money, more problems