Mo Money

Lyrics

[Chorus] More money, more problems Less Glocks, more choppers I'm feelin' red, devilish Did have feelings, then out the blue, my heart lost 'em Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up Fifteen hundred for kicks I'ma wear once Used to have one pair of shoes for four months Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much [Verse 1] Sole survivor Go for it like it ain't no tomorrow I drive the whip like a stolen car Fishscale hook 'em, Abdul-Jabbar Straight from the block, I was born a star How you trap out abandoned car? 'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all Talkin' to shh on a collected call Wе was just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin' off [Chorus] More money, morе problems Less Glocks, more drums on sticks Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks I'm ridin' solo thuggin' Whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit 5.56, click, boom-boom-boom Nigga get outta line, take away the whole clique [Verse 2] A sole survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow Reach for my neck, get his head took off Racks in my pocket, I know they be watchin' Won't stop 'til I'm up and BiC Fizzle a boss Fuck what it cost, I'ma get what I want I was dressin' for less, buyin' clothes at Ross Hellcat engine, Hellcat the exhaust Say I know how to grind, I ain't takin' no loss Get in my feelings I just feel my thoughts Promethazine just to help with my cough Long road, pray I don't never get lost Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost Flea-flicker, bitch, no twenty-two toss Just threw bro a pack and he snagged like Moss 1017 on my neck and it cost On Sixteenth and Clark Street where I used to walk [Chorus] More money, more problems Less Glocks, more choppers I'm feelin' red, devilish Did have feelings, then out the blue, my heart lost 'em Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up Fifteen hundred for kicks I'ma wear once Used to have one pair of shoes for four months Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much More money, more problems Less Glocks, more drums on sticks Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks I'm ridin' solo thuggin' Whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit 5.56, click, boom-boom-boom Nigga get outta line, take away the whole clique