More Money More Problems

Mo' money, mo' problems, I'm entitled to the stress

Doin' a paper chase, ****, on your mark, ready, set

(Go, go, go, go, go)

And thousand dollar shoes, I'm out here runnin' up a check

Mo' money, mo' problems, I'm entitled to the stress

Doin' a paper chase, ****, on your mark, ready, set

(Go, go, go, go, go)

And thousand dollar shoes, I'm out here runnin' up a check

My **** buyin' cars, I be buyin' cribs (Uh-huh, oh yeah?)

It'd take a few days to show you where I live (Damn)

I got this one big condo that cost me two Ferraris (For what?)

I'm out here gettin' all this money, and I'm not sorry (Dang)

Look, I make haters furious, that make women curious (They mad, they bad)

Real **** see me and say, "That boy's something serious" (My name bad)

Hoes sees these rocks and see I'm guapped up serious (D-D-K)

Diamonds hit so hard, it make a hater go delirious

You can stare at me, but stay clear of me (But what, but what?)

I'ma a shooter and a killer, check my history (Ba-bah)

I don't want no problems, but I take them when they get to me

It's money over everything, but money don't mean shit to me (That's a fact)

I put God first, that's why my prayers work (I pin, Amen)

My new house got more marble than a Roman church (Everywhere, yo)

I seen him roamin' round broke, he was out of work (Ain't know where to go)

I spent that **** bank account on this fuckin shirt (Aha)

Mo' money, mo' problems, I'm entitled to the stress

Doin' a paper chase, ****, on your mark, ready, set

(Go, go, go, go, go)

And thousand dollar shoes, I'm out here runnin' up a check

Mo' money, mo' problems, I'm entitled to the stress

Doin' a paper chase, ****, on your mark, ready, set

(Go, go, go, go, go)

And thousand dollar shoes, I'm out here runnin' up a check

Pu-pu-put my sons to bed, kiss 'em on the forehead (Mwah, mwah)

I said, "You **** goin' be rich, God forbid, Daddy dead" (I love you)

They mama my lil' bitch, I'm a dog, I keep a bitch

She'll be perfect if she ever get my women out of here

Her mind playin' tricks, they playin' with my dick (Buggin', don't mean nothin')

She thinks I'm fuckin' every chick that posts me in a pic (A lil' somethin')

I'm never thirsty, it's a couple of 'em I ain't hit

But all the ones with ass that be on some pretty shit

Mo' money, mo' problems I'm entitled to the sex

Thumbs hurt from countin' paper, hoes easy enough to stress

**** you talkin' down, but you lookin' up at my check

I take care of my bidness, you get taken care of like a pet

You're a cat, I'm an exec, you in a Jex, I'm on a jet

If you add my outfit, that's about as fly as it gets

Louis drip from my baggage, it's a trip how I manage

Used to whip, dry and bag it, now my wrist filled with baggage

Mo' money, mo' problems, I'm entitled to the stress

Doin' a paper chase, ****, on your mark, ready, set

(Go, go, go, go, go)

And thousand dollar shoes, I'm out here runnin' up a check

Mo' money, mo' problems, I'm entitled to the stress

Doin' a paper chase, ****, on your mark ready, set

(Go, go, go, go, go)

And thousand dollar shoes, I'm out here runnin' up a check