Mo Money

Refrain More money, more problems Max' Glocks, more choppers I'm feelin' red, devily, then had feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one Used to have one pair of shoes for four months, now I ball out for the days I ain't have much SkinnyKhris Pre-Chorus Soul survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow I drive the whip like a stolen car Fishtail hook, no Abdul-Jabbar Straight from the block, I was born a star How you trap out abandoned car 'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all Talkin' this shh, I'ma collect the call Just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin' off Chorus More money, more problems Max' Glocks, morе drums on sticks Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks I'm ridin' solo thuggin', whenеver I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit 5.56 click boom-boom-boom, nigga get outta line, take away the whole clip Verse A soul survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow Reach for my neck, get his head took off Racks in my pocket, I know they be watchin' Won't stop 'til I'm up, BiC Fizzle a boss Fuck what it cost, I'ma get what I want I'm dressin' for less, buyin' clothes at Ross Hellcat engine, Hellcat exhaust Say I know how to grind, I ain't takin' no loss Get in my feelings, I just fucked my thought Promethazine just to help with my cough Long road pray, I don't never get lost Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost Flip flip the bitch, no twenty-two talls Just threw bro a pack and he snatched like Moss 1017 on my neck and it cost On sixteenth, the Clark Street where I used to walk Refrain More money, more problems Max' Glocks, more choppers I'm feelin' red, devily, then had feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one Used to have one pair of shoes for four month, now I ball out for the days I ain't have much Chorus More money, more problems Max' Glocks, more drums on sticks Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks I'm ridin' solo thuggin', whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit 5.56 click boom-boom-boom, nigga get outta line, take away the whole clip