Mo Money Mo Problems

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[Intro] Yea! Niggas is pussy, man!, [?] [?] ya heard? Fresh out the body shop Yeah, nigga Yo Game, Hanna Montana sellin' more than you, nigga Yo Jim you pussy, stop tryna holla at me, ya heard? Ha hah [Verse] Man make the money, money make the man Coke get hard then it turn to grams, I need that Murciélago with the automatic start Chrome paint job, rims glowin' the dark Movin' O's in the park Layin' low from the narcs I know the feds watch but your boy got heart Jim claim that he ballin' (Ballin') and he sharin' one blunt My car European, hunnid grand in the trunk (Yea!) Yo I break down bricks like I know judo, nigga And move more weight than a sumo wrestler I'm a hustler, my dope makе fiends relapse I'm in that GTT Coupе, the roof collapse Yeah nigga [Chorus] We don't trick on hoes, we trick out cars G-Unit ain't broke, we rap Rockstar's See us in the club, we shut down bars But niggas always hate (Mo money mo problems) But niggas always hate (Mo money mo problems) But niggas always hate (Mo money mo problems) [Outro] Yeah nigga! Godfather the ghetto, nigga! Tony Yayo! David New House, nigga! Ay Jimmy! I don't want no beef, it ain't nuttin' personal, I heard you talk to Buck, nigga You call me [?] [?] I gotta spank you, nigga! Shout to all my Haitians, sak pase?! Zoe Pound in Miami, nigga! Yeah! My nigga Red Eyes! Pappy! And Game! Talk to your boss, man That's 50 Jimmy Iovine, Henchmen [?] And that nigga you payin' on the low, so your one point two million turn two twenty-five, after taxes, nigga! I know everything! Godfather the ghetto, nigga! Got my ears to the streets Faggot
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