Mo Money (Instrumental)

More money, more problems

Less Glocks, more choppers

I'm feelin' red and devily, then had feelings

Then after Blue, my heart lost 'em

Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up

Fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one

Used to have one pair of shoes for four months

Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much (SkinnyKhris)

Soul survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow

I drive the whip like a stolen car

Fishscale hook, know a dude your bar

Straight from the block, I was born a star

I used to trap out abandoned car

'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all

Talkin' this shh, I'ma collect the call

We was just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin' off

More money, more problems

Less Glocks, more drums on sticks

Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch

Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks

I'm ridin' solo thuggin'

Whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit

.556 click boom-boom-boom

Nigga get outta line, take away the whole click

A soul survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow

Reach for my neck, get his head took off

Racks in my pocket, I know they be watchin'

Won't stop 'til I'm up, BiC Fizzle a boss

Fuck what it cost, I'ma get what I want

I was dressin' for less buyin' clothes at Ross

Hellcat engine, Hellcat the exhaust

Say I know how to grind, I ain't takin' no loss

Get in my feelings, I just fucked my thought

Promethazine just to help with my cough

Long road, pray I don't never get lost

Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost

Flea flick a bitch, no twenty-two toss

Just threw bruh a pack and he snatched like Moss

1017 on my neck and it cost

From Sixteenth to Clark Street where I used to walk

More money, more problems

Less Glocks, more choppers

I'm feelin' red and devily, then had feelings

Then after Blue, my heart lost 'em

Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up

Fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one

Used to have one pair of shoes for four months

Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much

More money, more problems

Less Glocks, more drums on sticks

Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch

Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks

I'm ridin' solo thuggin'

Whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit

.556 click boom-boom-boom

Nigga get outta line, take away the whole click