Mo Money Mo Problems lyrics

[Intro]
Yea!
n*ggas is pus*y, man!, [?] [?] ya heard?
Fresh out the body shop
Yeah, n*gga
Yo Game, Hanna Montana sellin' more than you, n*gga
Yo Jim you pus*y, stop tryna holla at me, ya heard?
Ha hah

[Verse]
Man make the money, money make the man
Coke get hard then it turn to grams, I need that Murciélago with the automatic start
Chrome paint job, rims glowin' the dark
Movin' O's in the park
Layin' low from the narcs
I know the feds watch but your boy got heart
Jim claim that he ballin' (Ballin') and he sharin' one blunt
My car European, hunnid grand in the trunk (Yea!)
Yo I break down bricks like I know judo, n*gga
And move more weight than a sumo wrestler
I'm a hustler, my dope makе fiends relapse
I'm in that GTT Coupе, the roof collapse
Yeah n*gga

[Chorus]
We don't trick on hoes, we trick out cars
G-Unit ain't broke, we rap Rockstar's
See us in the club, we shut down bars
But n*ggas always hate (Mo money mo problems)
But n*ggas always hate (Mo money mo problems)
But n*ggas always hate (Mo money mo problems)
[Outro]
Yeah n*gga!
Godfather the ghetto, n*gga!
Tony Yayo!
David New House, n*gga!
Ay Jimmy!
I don't want no beef, it ain't nuttin' personal, I heard you talk to Buck, n*gga
You call me [?] [?]
I gotta spank you, n*gga!
Shout to all my Haitians, sak pase?!
Zoe Pound in Miami, n*gga!
Yeah!
My n*gga Red Eyes!
Pappy!
And Game!
Talk to your boss, man
That's 50
Jimmy Iovine, Henchmen
[?]
And that n*gga you payin' on the low, so your one point two million turn two twenty-five, after taxes, n*gga!
I know everything!
Godfather the ghetto, n*gga!
Got my ears to the streets
Faggot