Lyrics:
across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility 'cause...
[T-Mo]
You big plastic girl
All I know is get doe (get doe get doe)
Stack that money, yeah I need twenty mo'
Mhmm (I get doe) yeah (chea)
I'm on a mission, I'm in the kitchen
Ain't
So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go
Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
is to me now just one big psychedelic trip
Feel the pain of others hits like I'm a boxers sweat that drip
Pay my rent by verbally strippin with my
(yeah)
"Mo' money and mo' problems"
What Biggie said, it looks like it's true
(True) used to be my homeboys
But now, I'm paid, so they tryna sue (Why?)
My
money go solve some
Problems dey Aje ngbo left and right ni shey lon wan fimi watch
But emio panic oluwa gbami lowo bilisi
Niwaju e isoro mi bintin
playin’ and I count stacks (Haha)
It’s a rich man’s world, where mo’ money the merrier
Making America Great, way before the Trump era (Heh)
I’m the real
Ooh, Who Made the Beat?
Ade Made the Beat
Look
Niggas be cap
Big facts
All in my jeans
Big racks
You ain't built how I'm built
Big facts
You ain't
to consider
Corona virus not what i’m fearing
I got other problems
Need a hunnid dollars want my money piling
Different color collar, can I talk about it
How
like a fuckin savage
Ass real fat yea I eat my cabbage
Coppin all these pounds Im a fuckin addict
Mo money, mo problems
That aint facts bitch
Yea
nigga make em work
And go get mo' money mo' money
So when it's ya time to go you ain't gon need no go fund me
I'm a king bruh all my bracelets is gold
blessed now
And yo bestfriend got sex for me
Mo money mo problems
And I don't plan on get less money
Lil dawgs in my town always get Down when they gotta
' problems and that's word to BIG
Don't ask why I hustle, you see the way we live
The devil want my soul for cash, money, hoes
But I'm God's child, my heart
thirsty
AP on my wrist, I'm icy
Can you blame me?
I've been grinding
Too long mama, can you see me?
They love to hate me
Mo' money, mo' problems
Disguised
love
You way to pretty to be by your self
Saying things to me you're not supposed to
Saying things like I'm your man
There's a problem? baby, let me hold
thought my money problems was behind me
We get hit by feds and we low key make history
At the same time I was trying not to be discouraged
Making this
what's the reason he was dead
"Mo' Money, Mo' Problems, better believe it," he said
"Careful what you wish for you might receive it," he said
"I see," I
sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
I be that soldier you
sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
I be that soldier you
mean the whole St. Lou
We good (good) good thangs (good things)
Ain't got no problems bout lettin' 'em loose
Ma, I ain't got no change
Big spaces out
mean the whole St. Lou
We good (good) good thangs (good thangs)
Ain't got no problems bout lettin' 'em loose
Ma, I ain't got no change
Big spaces
Fuck that,
I got emotions
and some mo' shit
I got that character, I know it
Like the big bad wolf I'm blowing, pause,
The top off the place, now we
the get go
So I hustle to get mo
So I can run it up
So I can run it up
Twenty years and I'm still in the game doing my thang
Getting my change gripping
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
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