Lyrics:
(True)
Problems like my blunts, big as fuck, I burn em up, they coming back tho (They do)
You know how that goes, mo money, mo problems, mo gas rolled
problem was
But all I can say is that a nigga had a death wish
Should have messed with the wrong clique
Saw the nigga drop when I felt the chrome click
problem was
But all I can say is that a nigga had a death wish
Should have messed with the wrong clique
Saw the nigga drop when I felt the chrome click
just skurrt off I'm gone
Money piling up fast can't control what I'm on
Loyalty that's all I need
Mo' money mo' problems
The higher you get the more
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
money mo problems them not bars
So When I’m out in Brooklyn all we ride is hot cars
When I’m in the Dale I hit up squatta or j hood
Bad bitch from mount
face he get real bold
The money that we be holding
Heal mo', 'laxin' in the ill robe
There's no rims that shit is kill-over
Slums, true forties,
realize they can never mix
Look
BIG said it right
Mo money mo problems
No money, I'm starving
That's word to being a father
I'm searching for constant
the world?
I give you my all
cnd you leave me fall
Im all alone
Who da fuck im gone call?
Full court press
Bitch you know ima ball
Mo money mo problems
Mo
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo
up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem, even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is
running down your peopls
And I don't bluff, I stand tough and roll deep
Blessed by the homie Big E, rest in peace
I keep the phone calling out
I got
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
point
Later i realize it was the wrong one
I wan turn big boss ye biti Rick Ross
no be by link up
Ole sha Facebook ye tabi TikTok
No be school dey give
Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo'
[Bun B]
Now the internet,radio,prison even the t.v.
All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B
Well let's
Owo to Pooh plenty plenty
Na weytin deh my mind
Spanky on the mix
Up for the money I know (I know )
I deh work for the money (you know)
Vibes on vibes
so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
[VERSE 1]
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
volume gravity
[Gipp]
We bout to mix and mingle, meet a match for the next single
Money stashed away in jars like Pringles
Keep it hard for
(having fun!) Black and gold pack Magnums up in the mix now they doing tricks dancing to the clock radio bustin' splits, (Can we get paid?) Oh no! Nehru
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
to make it tell me nigga is your heart that strong
Niggas will give they soul for a chain and some money and these hoes
I ain't going out a joke see my
family and friends
Now mans back
Spit two bars (jeeze)
Online mogul again
Bust bare jokes like Mo Gilligan
They say Mo' Money Mo' Problems
But it
Fuck a bank account
I need the bank vault
I want the whole enchilada
Can't take shorts
Money hungry
All my niggas got the same goals
Mo money, mo
it best, "Mo Money Mo Problems"
That's the life you live when you a fucking street scholar
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm
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