Lyrics:
Ice in my veins, I make it look easy
Mentally, I'm in Queens
Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings
Let 'em say what
is to me now just one big psychedelic trip
Feel the pain of others hits like I'm a boxers sweat that drip
Pay my rent by verbally strippin with my
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
her
Mascara on my zipper, then twist and flip her
Hit her like a babysitter watchin' a motion picture
Niggas think she's a stripper by her hips
the shit up out 'em
Heard mo' money mo' problem, bitch I know you ain't got 'em
To the south put a crown on 'em
Been runnin' shit got some miles on 'em
what's the reason he was dead
"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems, better believe it," he said
"Careful what you wish for you might receive it," he said
"I see," I
keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
Mine had money in it, his
get mo' chips than Harris
No day off like Farris, service is volunteer
By choice not force, it won't be no problems here
Man withgaurd she finna do
across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility 'cause...
[T-Mo]
You big plastic girl
thousand on my neck
Watch this boy wreck, then recollect
Grab the black pen, and sign for the check
Notorious but glorious, I made it understood
Rap game
smelly pinocchio
Money moves
Big game jams
Yo y'all ain't worthy
Fall back with all that small talk
You already lost
Pay dues
Everything has a price
But
All I know is get doe (get doe get doe)
Stack that money, yeah I need twenty mo'
Mhmm (I get doe) yeah (chea)
I'm on a mission, I'm in the kitchen
Ain't
So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go
Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
Ooh, Who Made the Beat?
Ade Made the Beat
Look
Niggas be cap
Big facts
All in my jeans
Big racks
You ain't built how I'm built
Big facts
You ain't
(yeah)
"Mo' money and mo' problems"
What Biggie said, it looks like it's true
(True) used to be my homeboys
But now, I'm paid, so they tryna sue (Why?)
My
thought my money problems was behind me
We get hit by feds and we low key make history
At the same time I was trying not to be discouraged
Making this
playin’ and I count stacks (Haha)
It’s a rich man’s world, where mo’ money the merrier
Making America Great, way before the Trump era (Heh)
I’m the real
to consider
Corona virus not what i’m fearing
I got other problems
Need a hunnid dollars want my money piling
Different color collar, can I talk about it
How
nigga make em work
And go get mo' money mo' money
So when it's ya time to go you ain't gon need no go fund me
I'm a king bruh all my bracelets is gold
like a fuckin savage
Ass real fat yea I eat my cabbage
Coppin all these pounds Im a fuckin addict
Mo money, mo problems
That aint facts bitch
Yea
' problems and that's word to BIG
Don't ask why I hustle, you see the way we live
The devil want my soul for cash, money, hoes
But I'm God's child, my heart
blessed now
And yo bestfriend got sex for me
Mo money mo problems
And I don't plan on get less money
Lil dawgs in my town always get Down when they gotta
thirsty
AP on my wrist, I'm icy
Can you blame me?
I've been grinding
Too long mama, can you see me?
They love to hate me
Mo' money, mo' problems
Disguised
money go solve some
Problems dey Aje ngbo left and right ni shey lon wan fimi watch
But emio panic oluwa gbami lowo bilisi
Niwaju e isoro mi bintin
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