Mo Money Mo Problems (feat. LOM Rudy)

Mo' money mo' problems
I bought mo' choppas
Gotta be on point too many niggas tryna stop us
Two-twenty on the dash this bitch'll leave a helicopter
Just ordered up some Morton's cause I love they steak and lobster
I might pull off in a vette, then come back in a Benz
I been stabbed in my back so I don't need me no new friends
Pockets as sweet as Jordan that's the pussyest revenge
Every time we see them niggas outside we gon' spin

I'm the head nigga in charge where I'm from shout out Len
Plymoro exit 10, always clutchin' on my fin
Bad guy I spent his last so I'm thuggin' till the end
I'm on corn off the hen, off the top fuck a pen
Sometimes I just get in the coupe when I ain't got nowhere to go

Versatile with this shit, any day can switch a flow
All my niggas be on go, we been switchin' to the show

All my pistols on me hittin' since a baby I been shittin'
Always knew that I was gifted, I just feel like something was missin'
All my life been on a mission, I been ridin' around fishin'
Let me see a opposition, we gon' hit him in his biscuit
Caught him sittin' trappin' in his expedition and we flipped it
Niggas knowin' I'm the biggest hands down I'm the realest
I been thuggin' for a minute, I'ma ride till it's finished
Niggas dyin' for an image, thirty pointers on the tennis
I'm respected in the trenches them boys known to stand on business

Mo' money mo' problems
I bought mo' choppas
Gotta be on point too many niggas tryna stop us
Two-twenty on the dash this bitch'll leave a helicopter
Just ordered up some Morton's cause I love they steak and lobster
I might pull off in a vette, then come back in a Benz
I been stabbed in my back so I don't need me no new friends
Pockets as sweet as Jordan that's the pussyest revenge
Every time we see them niggas outside we gon' spin

Mo' problems mo' hits I wish I coulda got a watch
The more I rap the less time I gotta put into the block
I bet whatever I can fit three bitches right into this drop
The mo' money mo' cheese that I'ma put into the pot

I ain't tryna do no tellin' when I tell her sixty-nine
I remember bowls was soldered that mean they was fifty-five

Got a route we'll get filthy rich just give me fifty-nine
That's gon' make him feel some type of way just like Rich Homie Quan
Vante Davis of the fetty world I got a million right
Catch whoever put me in a song you got the green light
Connecticut'll get two thousand if we got some clean pints
Pay a price so low that it's gon' take us to supreme heights
First twenty off a dice I think I still got it saved
Catch him while I'm out of town I can still get it paid
Caught me red handed with it lawyer still got it waived
I'm petty if you hit mines my boy we still gotta trade

Mo' money mo' problems
I bought mo' choppas
Gotta be on point too many niggas tryna stop us
Two-twenty on the dash this bitch'll leave a helicopter
Just ordered up some Morton's cause I love they steak and lobster
I might pull off in a vette, then come back in a Benz
I been stabbed in my back so I don't need me no new friends
Pockets as sweet as Jordan that's the pussyest revenge
Every time we see them niggas outside we gon' spin