More Money More Problems lyrics

[Chorus]
Rich n*gga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Let's go)
You can f*ck 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

[Verse 1]
When I leave, they gon' follow me out, watch this (Oh my God)
f*ck what these n*ggas talkin' about
I just created a lane and took over the muhf*ckin' game
And they soughted me out
I just got three hundred K for a show during COVID-19
I'm still hot in the drought
I'm on fire, n*gga (Okay, turn up)
They can't tell you I ain't keep it real (Just know that they lyin', n*gga)
What she gon' do? My b*tch eat the di*k like it's ribs
I got the stick, we gon' see who gon' live
House big as a b*tch, my sh*t MTV Cribs
He asked for feature, but my sh*t ain't cheap
n*gga better save up, I ain't givin' no deals
I had to say this sh*t two times
For all the broke boys in the back that act like they ain't hear me
I put this b*tch 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 di*k
And go, "Baby," and give it a hickey
Ain't been on the stage in a minute
But still on TV everyday, n*gga should've went Disney (What you say?)
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Go)
You can f*ck 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)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
Rich n*gga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Come on)
You can f*ck 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
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

[Verse 2]
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 di*k for these b*tches
All of the blogs gettin' messy
I'm passin' right now if you test me
I'm layin' them down, get a stretcher (Let's 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 n*gga, "Get the f*ck off my di*k"
I don't wanna hear a hatin' n*gga bumpin' my sh*t
Turn my sh*t off and go play one of them other n*ggas
Them n*ggas 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 n*gga a door mat
Before they made throwback Thursday, I was that n*gga
Go check the throwbacks
b*tch, n*gga, it's Baby
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Go)
You can f*ck 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)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
Rich n*gga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Go)
You can f*ck 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)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga, I'm motherf*ckin' different, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no n*gga like me, n*gga (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's gon' be a lotta n*ggas dead before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
We gon' introduce you pus*y n*ggas to these Rugers and Glocks (Go)
It's gon' be a lotta n*ggas dead before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
We gon' introduce you pus*y n*ggas to these Rugers and Glocks (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Turned the city to the city, now these n*ggas wanna hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Chargin' n*ggas ten thousand to take a pic' with they bae, b*tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, man, and you know, this sh*t 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 sh*t (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)
More money, more problems we got