Lyrics:
want to suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
[DJ Paul-]
Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
Two of them coloreds
' nines, whole lotta, money
Mo' biggie sing it with me, "mo' problems"
Uhh, it's the BX finest, cook coke crack
Baby please rewind this, and yeah I know
no mo
No no no no
Fuck around a youngin moving bricks
With the big dawgs tryna hit a lick
For that chow mein no chopsticks
Man dem from da tropics
I done came down
Demi-fresh like that
Booty so big I put on hockey pads
She a hot ting
I’m a Ice King
Fuck up the city
Let’s get hyphy
Do it nicely
lot of
Money neva gotta be a problem
Roll with me it wont be no drama
Return of the big top shoota
Return of the big top shoota
I say return of the big
robbery we score, 'cause they know
Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Little Fiend still want the greens
The cornbread and the cabbage
In
robbery we score, 'cause they know
Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Little Fiend still want the greens
The cornbread and the cabbage
In
never did what the dummies do
So I had a mill to burn before I turned 22
Mo money, mo problems is true cause the more money
I make the more problems
longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo' money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo' money 2 fold
[Kurupt]
A G is a G which we
pool
Real life mermaids
Models in my living room
Lined by Hermes
Yeah nigga
Somebody must have heard me when I prayed
'Cause I'm paid cash money
my shoulders carry over 20 tons
Biggie said it's mo' problems when the money comes
My songs speak to the greats, yeah, the one-of-ones
I'ma go out
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
of mind, that's the real bag
Yea money's coo, but I rather have that real bag
If all you worried bout is bread, boy that's real sad
Cuz we know million dolla
it by any means
Emi omo ologo 7g
My choice odikwa very risk
Storyline very deep
Hustle mo teniti ifarada is the recipe
Am all aware of every shit i see
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea,Yea,Yea
She'll be down for the money, I feel like the man when I hit it, but I never been to Vegas
She be trappin', finessin'
Wanna get with it
Yeah yeah, let's handle B-I
Yeah I-B notorious mo money
Mo yeah but we still claim victorious
If I was Wylin I just got curious
Swingin
both-of-us get rich the moto, they say mo money mo problems...
I aint even tryna front front But deez niggas all on front,i dont give these niggas nothin, i
truck
Put together looking tuff
Just a kid on the block,
Everybody passing by
We get that money
We run that money like a train
My mind is loaded
My
truck
Put together looking tuff
Just a kid on the block,
Everybody passing by
We get that money
We run that money like a train
My mind is loaded
My
truck, Put together looking tuff
Just a kid on the block, Everybody passin by
We get that money
We run that money like a train
My mind is loaded
My
niggas got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-bitches off
You fuckin' around with the big boss
And I always got my Nina Ross
Ain't catchin' a nigga
the ladder, I be tired of paparazzi
But at least they give me alibis
All the dollars in my wallet finna burst through
Mo money, mo problems to work through
Say they call me Lyta nono
Yeyeyeyihh
Everyday ni mo n korin
Oluwa dakun raise my voice up
Everyday ni mo n tepa mo'se say them go sign the boy
But
Mo bit**es
Mo problems
That’s what that money bring
I’m not into saving hoes
Do you see a cape
She don’t got to ask
She kno I’m getting cake
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