More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
Crack a bottle on my level
You'll catch up never
Take some words of my advice
You should listen, that shit's helpful
You should treat it like the gospel
Cause my art is going martial like
Hi cha, cha ching
Money makes me feel like Marshall
Cause I write like I'm just like him
I'm the bad guy just despite him
Write some shit that might ignite him
If he dissed me then I'd fight him
I don't care about no name
I've been working just the same
Different man, but the same game
And now it's my turn
Go and claim my fame
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
So please roll me up a blunt
Yeah I'm going through some shit right now
But, I still make a ton
What's on my wrist? 30 bands
Looking like the weatherman
Bitch, I'm in the house like Corey
Talking down and it get gory
Hold up, you can meet my 40
At your funeral
With my shawty
I just met her at a party
She was snorting up the snow
So these opps is gonna be sorry
Cause these shooters that I know
They be really quick to blow
And they got the Shotta Flow
And they go boom
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a youngboy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
Jon - More Money More Problems (feat. Guwop Grover) Lyrics
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More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
Crack a bottle on my level
You'll catch up never
Take some words of my advice
You should listen, that shit's helpful
You should treat it like the gospel
Cause my art is going martial like
Hi cha, cha ching
Money makes me feel like Marshall
Cause I write like I'm just like him
I'm the bad guy just despite him
Write some shit that might ignite him
If he dissed me then I'd fight him
I don't care about no name
I've been working just the same
Different man, but the same game
And now it's my turn
Go and claim my fame
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
So please roll me up a blunt
Yeah I'm going through some shit right now
But, I still make a ton
What's on my wrist? 30 bands
Looking like the weatherman
Bitch, I'm in the house like Corey
Talking down and it get gory
Hold up, you can meet my 40
At your funeral
With my shawty
I just met her at a party
She was snorting up the snow
So these opps is gonna be sorry
Cause these shooters that I know
They be really quick to blow
And they got the Shotta Flow
And they go boom
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a youngboy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
Crack a bottle on my level
You'll catch up never
Take some words of my advice
You should listen, that shit's helpful
You should treat it like the gospel
Cause my art is going martial like
Hi cha, cha ching
Money makes me feel like Marshall
Cause I write like I'm just like him
I'm the bad guy just despite him
Write some shit that might ignite him
If he dissed me then I'd fight him
I don't care about no name
I've been working just the same
Different man, but the same game
And now it's my turn
Go and claim my fame
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
So please roll me up a blunt
Yeah I'm going through some shit right now
But, I still make a ton
What's on my wrist? 30 bands
Looking like the weatherman
Bitch, I'm in the house like Corey
Talking down and it get gory
Hold up, you can meet my 40
At your funeral
With my shawty
I just met her at a party
She was snorting up the snow
So these opps is gonna be sorry
Cause these shooters that I know
They be really quick to blow
And they got the Shotta Flow
And they go boom
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a young boy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
How many f*cking problems does a youngboy need
More money, more problems
More bitches, more weed
I just vroom, vroom, skrt
You can't stay up on my speed
Writer: Dylan Harrington, Jon Sapienza
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid