Mo Money Mo Problems

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh [Chorus] Beef came down when the bloodshed Uh, ever since a kid, been a hard head Uh, old outfits, these niggas far-fetched Uh, for that bag, I'll crash like a car wreck Uh, make a nigga fall from this Kel-Tec Uh, swear that he a G, he ain't kill shit Uh, every time I talk, nigga, real shit Uh, more money, more problems, gotta deal with it [Verse] Send my youngin on drill, he don't want die today Worry 'bout no time, we gonna lay down and hibernate From the school of hard knocks, the dope got me educated Gotta go get a bag, ain't no time for them complentatin' Texas made, Texas paid, this shit in me Don't be using my vision, all I see is the winnin' Got a house full of turkey bags, no fucks given I just ran up a lot, why I still feel empty? I ain't trustin' no bitch, rather sleep with my semi Fuck a ho with this Magnum, ain't talkin' 'bout no Jimmy It's a train in that soul, this bitch look like some whiskey I'm the president, give me head, Monica Lewinsky Drop 'bows, where you need 'em? Just send me the addy Yeah, I trap in designer, I serve you in fashion Fuck the lights and the camera, I've been with the action Mix the Louis with Prada, she talkin' 'bout I'm tacky Best dope in the city, man, cutstos happy Four and a half in this pop, bitch, look, I'm the pappy In the trap with the stick, get to singin' like Gladys Makin' chickens from flour, got 'bows of the salad And I'm stuck in the trap, my plug don't want me leave it Headshot to an opp, he ain't die, he a vegetable Better go get that moneys right there, you ain't capable Ooh, I'm hard on a bitch, I don't love, I'ma break a ho I'm not a pimp, I'm a mack with a MAC on When it come to that bread, got more nuts than a McDonald's Told X throw the oop, I'ma come through and dunk on him Thirty five for the 'za, this bitch smell like a skunk on me Droppin' a deuce out the roof when I pass by Known for the slidin', hope folks doin' the the cha-cha Too much motion over here, no Huawei or Ryry I still act like a bank, pour an eight in the ba-ba [Chorus] Beef came down when the bloodshed Uh, ever since a kid, been a hard head Uh, old outfits, these niggas far-fetched Uh, for that bag, I'll crash like a car wreck Uh, make a nigga fall from this Kel-Tec Uh, swear that he a G, he ain't kill shit Uh, every time I talk, nigga, real shit Uh, more money, more problems, gotta deal with it