Mo Money
[Intro]
(BangThatShit)
[Verse 1]
Designer head to toe, gettin' fresh like it's my birthday
N***as know how I be movin', I got Glocky on my worst day
You see me out and you ain't tryna get shot, just go the other way
Put your hands up and don't move, and just listen to what my brother say
You paranoid, I'm might shoot from out the whip and bust the windows in it
Tryna slide, better come ready, I'm just sayin', 'cause I be on that, n***a
Shoot my shot at every bitch I meet, I'm like Kodak with it
I ain't the type to hear a diss and be like, "I don't even know that n***a" (Try to get him that)
We get rentals, then tint 'em up (Bitch up)
My dog be fuckin' with his nose, hе be booted up
Life bеhind tint in traffic, we be fullied up
Bitch, it's me, ten milli', plus I'm with the robber, who gon' touch us? (Who gon' touch us?)
I ride around with my money counter
You catch me chillin' with a bitch, I got some money out her
And she be crazy, I get more money than more problems
They said the city run the lo' 'cause we got all the choppers (We got all the choppers)
[Chorus]
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
If I ain't had no money, you would have more problems
Man, I ran that money up, ain't nothin' changed, I got more choppers
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
[Verse 2]
More problems, more choppers, I'm a real shotter
I need to go to church, I see an opp, I pray to God I headshot him
Some rich hoes around The GlockBoy, watch they get excited
How the fuck I always got this lil' cannon like my name Mariah?
N***a, yeah, I be fuckin' hoes and they friends
Me and my brother got the same Glock, them bitches twins
Be like, "Did you fuck my bitch?", I'm like, "N***a, it depends"
This lil' fully, it be whistlin', goin' with the wind
If I get in your car and this bitch goin' fast
You gon' have to let me drive or I'ma get on your ass
I'm The GlockBoy, this what I do (This what I do)
Give him one-fifty, I'd disappear like poof (Just like—)
[Chorus]
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
If I ain't had no money, you would have more problems
Man, I ran that money up, ain't nothin' changed, I got more choppers
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
(BangThatShit)
[Verse 1]
Designer head to toe, gettin' fresh like it's my birthday
N***as know how I be movin', I got Glocky on my worst day
You see me out and you ain't tryna get shot, just go the other way
Put your hands up and don't move, and just listen to what my brother say
You paranoid, I'm might shoot from out the whip and bust the windows in it
Tryna slide, better come ready, I'm just sayin', 'cause I be on that, n***a
Shoot my shot at every bitch I meet, I'm like Kodak with it
I ain't the type to hear a diss and be like, "I don't even know that n***a" (Try to get him that)
We get rentals, then tint 'em up (Bitch up)
My dog be fuckin' with his nose, hе be booted up
Life bеhind tint in traffic, we be fullied up
Bitch, it's me, ten milli', plus I'm with the robber, who gon' touch us? (Who gon' touch us?)
I ride around with my money counter
You catch me chillin' with a bitch, I got some money out her
And she be crazy, I get more money than more problems
They said the city run the lo' 'cause we got all the choppers (We got all the choppers)
[Chorus]
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
If I ain't had no money, you would have more problems
Man, I ran that money up, ain't nothin' changed, I got more choppers
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
[Verse 2]
More problems, more choppers, I'm a real shotter
I need to go to church, I see an opp, I pray to God I headshot him
Some rich hoes around The GlockBoy, watch they get excited
How the fuck I always got this lil' cannon like my name Mariah?
N***a, yeah, I be fuckin' hoes and they friends
Me and my brother got the same Glock, them bitches twins
Be like, "Did you fuck my bitch?", I'm like, "N***a, it depends"
This lil' fully, it be whistlin', goin' with the wind
If I get in your car and this bitch goin' fast
You gon' have to let me drive or I'ma get on your ass
I'm The GlockBoy, this what I do (This what I do)
Give him one-fifty, I'd disappear like poof (Just like—)
[Chorus]
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
If I ain't had no money, you would have more problems
Man, I ran that money up, ain't nothin' changed, I got more choppers
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems
N***a, more money, more problems