Mo’ Problems

[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 shit
Made so much happen, I'm a dog, bitch
Touch some shit just off of rappin'
I done been a n*gga blessin'
Even gave a couple passes and they all switch
How many bitches like me?
It ain't enough of em
I done made bitches freeze once I come for 'em
I done made bitches 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 bitch 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 bitch can hoe me now
I'll risk it all so my people straight
Took L's, bounced back, fuck what people say
Did the shit they say I can't, shit, I need the hate
Same people say they proud, shit, 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' bitch, 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 shit and only twenty-five
I know when these n*gga's lyin' just from what they eyes
Ain't no crossin' lines, bitch, it's only me and mine's
If it's all on the line, bitch, 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 shit
Know the shit the same thang, if a fuck n*gga hang
You can catch the same shells with a opp bitch
Mama raised me good, I'm a real one
Real n*gga's got a problem with me
Give a fuck if it's a problem, I'mma still come
Bitch, and you know I got a shotta with me

[Verse 4]
Seen so much shit and never told 12
I done seen the worst shit 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
Bitches get on live and wanna talk about me
I'll never let a pussy put some chalk around me
Better be about some money when you talkin' 'round me
And if that bitch doin' bad, she could never doubt me
Fuck 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