Lyrics:
mo' money
Than a sucker could ever spend,
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum form the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again Everybody go
Ho-tel,
school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin' in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
[Intro - Krayzie]
Yâ¬"all know who it is: BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY, HARMONY, HARMONY
[Chorus - Krayzie & Flesh]
They know Iâ¬"m crazy by the flow
N-gga
hablamos de rap, vais todos de pobres
Mero mero, pelando cobre
Que si hermano, que sois todos muy hombres
Shhhh, mo´ money mo´ problems
Nacimos sin saber,
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake
hood up
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol
I need a million dollars
Mo money more problems like biggie said
So tell me why the hell ain't Diddy dead
Why is it I don't got a millie
But I got da
everything around me
More money more problems with it but that still ain't stopping me
They counted us out once, slow brewed they caught up to speed
Bad idea
blessed her she suck my dingalang
Mo money mo problems
I gotta minimize
Like a bank I might front ya you need a subsidized
You niggas sweet you niggas
last
Spend some money & get some Money & put it back in the stash
Try to take a from nigga I get dead On you ass
You know I'm tryna do it big for that
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Money Holic
Hook: I got a problem addicted to chasing these dollars i cannot stop im obsessed with these profits we doing numbers run up the commas
float can't survive like a boat
I say no to famous broke me rather be famous rich
Now I guess you know
More money less problems rather let you know
Less
be saying sum shit
I ain't did (Sum shit I ain't did)
You bitches be trippin' by shit I ain't linked (Sum shit I ain't linked)
Thirty racks on my mo
that fuck me in da Wraith with the stars talk
Dis dat Uber to the lot & pull da cars off
Hook:
Mo money mo money
Ima get to it
Chanel sneaks
No
too busy counting money
While you fuck with them scrubs
I'm a whole lot mo
Than a bad bitch
Or a nothing ass ho
Who don't have shit
Call me Cardi, Call
blessin
We just tryna live wit no stressin
Big said mo money mo problems
I say mo money mo weapons
And I see dese haters they won't leave me lone
But
just a kid tryna get big
Now I'm gettin' big, gettin' real big, ooh
Play another gig, droppin' new shit
Yeah, buncha bullshit, problems still exist
the potato on the pistol
Get silenced by a tater
Don't touch me I'll tase ya (Get back)
I'm burning shit like a laser
Who ain't getting no money
Bitch I'm
a motherfucker, if you with it then holla
You wanna bang out? We can do that too
You got a problem with me, I got a problem with you
You wanna solve 'em with me,
[Man talking]
Sup pimps? Pimps ain't pimpin now that's why they got to get out
The game
Women have mo' money than the pimp, ain't that cold?
Hoe have
get behind tint
In the clouds, lookin' down on the ground
Eightball, big black playa from the mound
Remember when, I used to have them dime-sacks
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