Mo’ Problems lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' money, mo' problems

[Verse 1]
Even though I want it, it don't solve sh*t
Made so much happen, I'm a dog, b*tch
Touch some sh*t just off of rappin'
I done been a n*gga blessin'
Even gave a couple passes and they all switch
How many b*tches like me?
It ain't enough of em
I done made b*tches freeze once I come for 'em
I done made b*tches leave, I don't duck from 'em
I'll slump some 'fore they ever say I run from 'em

[Verse 2]
My daddy sendin' threats like I don't know his ass
That's my blood, but if he try me, I'mma blow his ass
If I touch it, I'mma use it, I don't show the mag
Had Trey come and hold my money 'cause I blow it fast
I'm just a street b*tch who ain't had much
Now my circle hella small 'cause people bad luck
Name hoe weight, I don't need no one to hold me down
Make 'em show me now
'Cause ain't no way a b*tch can hoe me now
I'll risk it all so my people straight
Took L's, bounced back, f*ck what people say
Did the sh*t they say I can't, sh*t, I need the hate
Same people say they proud, sh*t, I know it's fake
I know they ain't, so they link and try to plot against me
I know a snake but y'all be hip with who ain't rockin' with me
Ain't no bopper with me
I don't need no pussies flockin with me
All my n*gga's solid
I ain't never seen no opp-er with me
[Verse 3]
N*gga's countin' favours like they did some
Lil' b*tch, big heart, ain't no hoe in there
Know somebody got that, 'fore I go in there
Won't nobody care, have my n*gga's send some hoes in there
Seen so much sh*t and only twenty-five
I know when these n*gga's lyin' just from what they eyes
Ain't no crossin' lines, b*tch, it's only me and mine's
If it's all on the line, b*tch, I'mma die for mine
Told my brothers and my sisters not to worry 'bout it
Know they got me if they ain't got sh*t
Know the sh*t the same thang, if a f*ck n*gga hang
You can catch the same shells with a opp b*tch
Mama raised me good, I'm a real one
Real n*gga's got a problem with me
Give a f*ck if it's a problem, I'mma still come
b*tch, and you know I got a shotta with me

[Verse 4]
Seen so much sh*t and never told 12
I done seen the worst sh*t like I chose hell
Was writin' raps while my n*gga made his dope sales
I don't trust too many by myself in them cold cells
b*tches get on live and wanna talk about me
I'll never let a pus*y put some chalk around me
Better be about some money when you talkin' 'round me
And if that b*tch doin' bad, she could never doubt me
f*ck showin' love, n*gga's fake and wanna see me dead
Since they wanna send some shots, put it in they head
Every day I make a opp, I ain't never scared
I ain't never care, n*gga's die around here everywhere