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Jay Reese - Mo Money Problems (feat. TRICKYVIBES & Brotha.B) Lyrics



Jay Reese - Mo Money Problems (feat. TRICKYVIBES & Brotha.B) Lyrics
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Mo money Mo Problems
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Dazed and confused
Dazed and confused
Living out my life through a pen
Nothing to lose
Trying to build my wealth
By paying back all my dues
Can be a little bit difficult
When my son needs some shoes
Shit can get depressed when living out with the blues
If only Steve could ever help me in my youth get a clue
Then I would know better
And know just what I can do
To settle on my 40 acres
And have the white picket picture
It's hard to paintting it for ya if colorblind hanging with you
Harder gaining my wealth if pigment is still a stigma
Harder pushing my art when I'm still living within a
Minimum funding household trapped in this enigma
So how am I supposed to rap if my son cry bout
Having an empty stomach, no silver spoon in his mouth
I can't push ideas if my lights go out
So if it ain't about money
I don't care nothing bout
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Uh hum, Southside
Presidential fair wave
You have to at least be a 10 to be in my face
They wanted me dead, so I started digging their grave
Some niggas too scared to be broke
So they in face of a snake
Flossing southside niggas with braids
And a baby face
I thank God he gave me some of them untouched blessings from the bank that he kept in a safe
Bank teller put off all my features
But my bank account seen many seasons
Positive rich nigga
A kind pretty black woman is my weakness
Pace myself
But I'm trying to take over Roman today
Ballerholic
Super spalding
Cell phone always have signal but you can't call it
Mission in life never left a black child starving
My reputation precedes me
Me and money go good together, it always needs me
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More money
More problems
More problems
More problems yeah
More money
More problems
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Mo money Mo Problems
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Dazed and confused
Dazed and confused
Living out my life through a pen
Nothing to lose
Trying to build my wealth
By paying back all my dues
Can be a little bit difficult
When my son needs some shoes
Shit can get depressed when living out with the blues
If only Steve could ever help me in my youth get a clue
Then I would know better
And know just what I can do
To settle on my 40 acres
And have the white picket picture
It's hard to paintting it for ya if colorblind hanging with you
Harder gaining my wealth if pigment is still a stigma
Harder pushing my art when I'm still living within a
Minimum funding household trapped in this enigma
So how am I supposed to rap if my son cry bout
Having an empty stomach, no silver spoon in his mouth
I can't push ideas if my lights go out
So if it ain't about money
I don't care nothing bout
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Uh hum, Southside
Presidential fair wave
You have to at least be a 10 to be in my face
They wanted me dead, so I started digging their grave
Some niggas too scared to be broke
So they in face of a snake
Flossing southside niggas with braids
And a baby face
I thank God he gave me some of them untouched blessings from the bank that he kept in a safe
Bank teller put off all my features
But my bank account seen many seasons
Positive rich nigga
A kind pretty black woman is my weakness
Pace myself
But I'm trying to take over Roman today
Ballerholic
Super spalding
Cell phone always have signal but you can't call it
Mission in life never left a black child starving
My reputation precedes me
Me and money go good together, it always needs me
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they would want from me
But I never cared about their company
So-called friends with their hands out is all I see
Seems like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More money
More problems
More problems
More problems yeah
More money
More problems
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Writer: Tricky Vibes, Joshua Reese, brotha b
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Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Tricky Vibes, Joshua Reese, brotha b
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