More Money More Problems
 作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ross Joseph Portaro IV
 作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ross Joseph Portaro IV
Rich nigga can't have no feelings
Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Let's go)
You **** around, get yo' head bust
For tryna be somethin' you not (Boom, boom, boom)
I got a place for you on a T-shirt
And a date for you to see 'Pac
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen)
When I leave, they gon' follow me out (Let's go)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave, they gon' follow me out, watch this (Oh my God)
**** what these niggas talkin' about
I just created a land and took over the muh****in' game
And they soughted me out
I just got three hundred K for a show during ********
I'm still hot in the drought
I'm on fire, nigga (Okay, turn up)
They can't tell you I ain't keep it real (Just know that they lyin', nigga)
What she gon' do? My ***** eat the **** like it's ribs
I got the stick, we gon' see who gon' live
House big as a *****, my shit MTV Cribs
He asked for feature, but my shit ain't cheap
Nigga better save up, I ain't givin' no deals
I had to say this shit two times
For all the broke boys in the back that act like they ain't hear me
I put this ***** on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques
Brought 'em back to the city
She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my ****
And go, "Baby," and give it a hickey
Ain't been on the stage in a minute
But still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney (What you say?)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings
Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Go)
You **** around, get yo' head bust
For tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a T-shirt
And a date for you to see 'Pac (2Pac)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave, they gon' follow me out (Woo)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings
Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Come on)
You **** around, get yo' head bust
For tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a T-shirt
And a date for you to see 'Pac
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave, they gon' follow me out
It's up and it's stuck if you try me
I got a dub for the body
I be surrounded with steppers
Whole hunnid thou' for the necklace
Nothin' but **** for these *******
All of the blogs gettin' messy
I'm passin' right now if you test me
I'm layin' them down, get a stretcher (Let'd go)
I was the one out the gate that told you
That you gotta stay down for your blessin'
I was the one, took the trip to L.A.
To go pick up the pounds, they was heavy
Sittin' on fifteen Ms, I'm rich
I own my house and all ten of my cars
Tell a hatin'-ass nigga, "Get the **** off my ****"
I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit
Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas
Niggas who really ain't on that
Who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em
From the city and can't even go back
Got stepped on, that nigga a door mat
Before they made throwback Thursday, I was that nigga
Go check the throwback
*****, nigga, it's Baby
Rich nigga can't have no feelings
Mo' money, mo' problems we got
You **** around, get yo' head bust
For tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a T-shirt
And a date for you to see 'Pac
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave, they gon' follow me out (Come on, come on)
Rich nigga can't have no feelings
Mo' money, mo' problems we got (Ooh)
You **** around, get yo' head bust
For tryna be somethin' you not
I got a place for you on a T-shirt
And a date for you to see 'Pac (2Pac)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
When I leave, they gon' follow me out
Yeah, nigga, I'm muh****in' different, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no nigga like me, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead
Before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
We gon' introduce you ***** niggas to these Rugers and Glocks (Go)
It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead
Before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
We gon' introduce you ***** niggas to these Rugers and Glocks
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wanna hate
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic' with they bae, *****
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, man, and you know, this shit come with a lot (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm acceptin' it all with open arms (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
See, me, when I prayed for this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
You know, I told God
I was willin' to accept whatever came with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' about whatever comes with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Let's go (Yeah, yeah), let's go (Yeah-yeah)
Mo' money, mo' problems we got