Mo Chicken, Mo Problems lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
n*ggas spread rumors like it's poison
Had to smarten up, still living through my choices
Heard they called [?] they can't avoid us
Couldn't buy the b*tch a bag, had to buy that b*tch [?]
All this rap money, feeling corprit
I still go to [?] with them oranges
Leave it on her face, 'cause she gorgeous
In the parking lot, [?] blues, we have [?]
Lose some, win some, that's just what it is
[?] shirt, [?] jeans, 'bout to run and live
Chewing perks, spilling drank [?] Gucci [?]
I'll f*ck up a n*gga stash, you can't lose a ten
Tell the baddest b*tch in the club twerk some
She f*cking first night, 'cause I'm worth some
She gon' f*ck mе first night, 'cause I'm turnt up
You can pour it out the pint, when thеm [?] come

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty, fourty
Miscounted 50 racks, I had to count it over
Sixty thousand for the watch, I know you can't aford it
I can't even lie, Gary got me feeling real important
Rose Gold everything, this for my n*gga [?]
Take the [?] off the pint, drop it in the soda
Take the panties off your wife, and tell the b*tch bend over
I ain't need a perkaset, I hit the ho when I was sober
Thirty racks the long way, it make it hard to fold it
Leave the mall dragging bags, think I broke my shoulder
Leave the mall diriving fast in that new Rover
Police might as well not get behind me, I ain't pulling over
Hit your b*tch and do her [?] my heart the coldest
62 to 120, tht's a bunch of [?]
Say them n*ggas getting money, I ain't even notice
How the f*ck you carey round a strap and it ain't even loaded?
[Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P]
Mo chicken, mo problems
Speeding in the hellcat, acting so childish
[?] T, [?] sneaks, I don't need a stylest
[?] streets, I ain't do no college
[?] pouring out that pint, f*ck a baby bottle
Used to f*ck hood rats, now I f*ck models
Used to tuck orange peals for a couple dollars
You never been in a hellcat, let me hit the throttle
You know I keep [?] like a New York Nick
Spot bumping 25's, we don't sell no nicks
I ain't jumping on [?] I'ma send your b*tch
You wouldn't believe what I spent on my new ice kit
You wouldn't believe what I spent on my re-up
If it ain't a cookie wood, put that weed up
b*tches wanna f*ck, n*ggas wanna be us
Ghetto boys, we the goats, y'all can't see us
b*tch