Problems

[Chorus: K7TheFinesser]
More money, more problems
Punk bitch want a Birkan bag, I ain't got it
Throwing racks all up in the club, we be wilding
Mismatch designer, me, I be styling
We just count up them hundreds, what the goofy niggas try to do, we done done it
Had a threesome with her best friend, dick in her stomach
Fat blunt in my left hand, while they both sucking
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
More money, more problems
Bitch gave me brain like she graduated college
And if he want problems, these shells will solve them
Probably got a mic on, I ain't tryna be involved with him
I'm just tryna get some money, while these niggas broke as fuck out here looking bummy
I like the way my diamonds hit the light when it's sunny
Playing with the Stinc Team, he must be a dummy
And I hope he think it's funny, leave him on his back, in a box like a mummy
If you ain't got the pack, by the [?] you can't plug me
I'm really in the streets, [?] that's gon' bust for me
The Plug

[Chorus: K7TheFinesser]
More money, more problems
Punk bitch want a Birkan bag, I ain't got it
Throwing racks all up in the club, we be wilding
Mismatch designer, me, I be styling
We just count up them hundreds, what the goofy niggas try to do, we done done it
Had a threesome with her best friend, dick in her stomach
Fat blunt in my left hand, while they both sucking
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: K7TheFinesser]
Lil mama pulled up with her best friend
Smoking woods, getting head all down West End
The bitch want a Birkan, I ain't got none for her
The bitch [?] I ain't going for it
More money, more problems
More hundreds, more dollars
More hoes and more choppers
Blue hundreds gon' pile up
Yeah, tear them all down
I'll knock a nigga bitch, make her fall down
[?] bullshit hood, you better pipe down
You gave the bitch a whole life, but she left now
Crips to the left, hoes to the right
Pouring up, blowing cooks all night
Count up this bread, but I need some more
Throwing 1's in the club, we paint the floor
I hit the D [?] kept it solid
Where I'm from, niggas sticky, it get vilant
Dirty money too [?] we be wilding
These lil niggas [?] style, they be biting

[Chorus: K7TheFinesser]
More money, more problems
Punk bitch want a Birkan bag, I ain't got it
Throwing racks all up in the club, we be wilding
Mismatch designer, me, I be styling
We just count up them hundreds, what the goofy niggas try to do, we done done it
Had a threesome with her best friend, dick in her stomach
Fat blunt in my left hand, while they both sucking
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: DMB Dai]
I want a bitch to suck my high ass to sleep
You a freak, give me head in the front seat
If you ain't got my money, o, you lunch meat
I been had hundreds, fresh blue cheese
Checks keep coming in the mail box
Haters keep tryna test me, make them shells pop
She both on her feet, like we share socks
Bad white bitch, she gon' hold the Glock
Pockets on fat, 'cause I hold the gwop
Stinc Team, DMB, we at the top
You niggas ain't never been in the trentches
Backpack filled up with amunition
More money, more drama
More problems coming from my baby mama
I ain't really fucking with her, she a slut ho
I'm a hothead, crafty and cutthroat
Dirt Gang, dummy

[Chorus: K7TheFinesser]
More money, more problems
Punk bitch want a Birkan bag, I ain't got it
Throwing racks all up in the club, we be wilding
Mismatch designer, me, I be styling
We just count up them hundreds, what the goofy niggas try to do, we done done it
Had a threesome with her best friend, dick in her stomach
Fat blunt in my left hand, while they both sucking
Yeah, yeah