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Mo Money Mo Problems
204
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mo Money Mo Problems was released on August 29, 2025 by 600 ENT under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC as a part of the album Before Harvest
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
Label600 ENT under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Hood
Yung Hood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Grant
Byron Grant
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Byron Grant
Byron Grant
Producer

Lyrics

Uh
Beef came down when the bloodshed
Uh, ever since a kid, been a hard head
Uh, old outfits, these **** far-fetched
Uh, for that bag, I'll crash like a car wreck
Uh, make a **** fall from this Kel-Tec
Uh, swear that he a G, he ain't kill shit
Uh, every time I talk, ****, real shit
Uh, more money, more problems, gotta deal with it
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
Beef came down when the bloodshed
Uh, ever since a kid, been a hard head
Uh, old outfits, these **** far-fetched
Uh, for that bag, I'll crash like a car wreck
Uh, make a **** fall from this Kel-Tec
Uh, swear that he a G, he ain't kill shit
Uh, every time I talk, ****, real shit
Uh, more money, more problems, gotta deal with it
Written by: Byron Grant
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