More money, more problems

More bitches, more bottles

More bottles, more bitches

More money, more problems

I was brought up this way

I was brought up this way, yeah

More money, more problems

More bitches, more clips

More clips full of hollows

More money, more problems

I'm a product of the Bay

I was brought up

Brought up, brought up, yeah

More money, yeah, you'll see true colors

I'm running through rubbers

This is nothing new to us

I'm tryna trade these old twenty's out

For blue hunnids

I got a spot in Adelanto, let my crew run it

I'm tryna vibe on a island and my phone ringing

Fuck your problems, I'm tryna fight my own demons

I wish we all had it good but we don't

So go and do something on your own

Yeah, more money, more girls

More people in my world

White plates with the pearl

And I don't even flex 'cause cats get emo

But where were y'all at when my mom started chemo?

When I was down, just a few came around

I only needed 5K to take my mama out of town

My big homie was a clown, he's broke and lost now

Dig another hole in the ground, it's more problems

More money, more problems

More bitches, more bottles

More bottles, more bitches

More money, more problems

I was brought up this way

I was brought up this way, yeah

More money, more problems

More bitches, more clips

More clips full of hollows

More money, more problems

I'm a product of the Bay

I was brought up

Brought up, brought up, yeah

People in my pockets, money got me scared of life

I love the water view, trust me, this is paradise

All them mixed emotions got me staying out the way

It's strange, not many of us make it out the Bay

There's sharks where I stay, no guard at the gate

But I ride around armed, I'm the wrong one the play

Stick up boys looking at me like they really want my chain

Let a hot slug melt the skin right off his face

Hella cakes stuffed in a big safe

Oh, they wanna find out where I stay

From the Bay to L A, all the way to the A

I do it big, Mike and smoke, dog

Homie, where's the K?

Julio told me, Bern', you gotta do your thing

And let me handle anybody getting in your way

Yeah, I can't wait to see another mil'

I get a thrill just looking at the money still

More money, more problems

More bitches, more bottles

More bottles, more bitches

More money, more problems

I was brought up this way

I was brought up this way, yeah

More money, more problems

More bitches, more clips

More clips full of hollows

More money, more problems

I'm a product of the Bay

I was brought up

Brought up, brought up, yeah