More Money More Problems Lyrics – DaBaby

Rich nigga can’t have no feelings

Mo’ money, mo’ problems we got (Let’s go)

You can fuck around, get yo’ head bust

For tryna be somethin’ you not (Boom, boom, boom)

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see ‘Pac

And when I walk in I don’t even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen)

When I leave, they gon’ follow me out (Let’s go)

And when I walk in I don’t even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon’ follow me out, watch this (Oh my God)

Fuck what these niggas talkin’ about

I just created a lane and took over the muhfuckin’ game

And they soughted me out

I just got three hundred K for a show during COVID-19

I’m still hot in the drought

I’m on fire, nigga (Okay, turn up)

They can’t tell you I ain’t keep it real (Just know that they lyin’, nigga)

What she gon’ do? My bitch eat the dick like it’s ribs

I got the stick, we gon’ see who gon’ live

House big as a bitch, my shit MTV Cribs

He asked for feature, but my shit ain’t cheap

Nigga better save up, I ain’t givin’ no deals

I had to say this shit two times

For all the broke boys in the back that act like they ain’t hear me

I put this bitch on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques

Brought ’em back to the city

She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my dick

And go, “Baby,” and give it a hickey

Ain’t been on the stage in a minute

But still on TV everyday, nigga should’ve went Disney (What you say?)

Rich nigga can’t have no feelings

Mo’ money, mo’ problems we got (Go)

You can fuck around, get yo’ head bust

For tryna be somethin’ you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see ‘Pac (2Pac)

And when I walk in I don’t even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon’ follow me out (Woo)

Rich nigga can’t have no feelings

Mo’ money, mo’ problems we got (Come on)

You can fuck around, get yo’ head bust

For tryna be somethin’ you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see ‘Pac

And when I walk in I don’t even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon’ follow me out

It’s up and it’s stuck if you try me

I got a dub for the body

I be surrounded with steppers

Whole hunnid thou’ for the necklace

Nothin’ but dick for these bitches

All of the blogs gettin’ messy

I’m passin’ right now if you test me

I’m layin’ them down, get a stretcher (Let’d go)

I was the one out the gate that told you that you gotta stay down for your blessin’

I was the one, took the trip to L.A. to go pick up the pounds, they was heavy

Sittin’ on fifteen Ms, I’m rich

I own my house and all ten of my cars

Tell a hatin’-ass nigga, “Get the fuck off my dick”

I don’t wanna hear a hatin’ nigga bumpin’ my shit

Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas

Them niggas who really ain’t on that

Who got a lil’ money and ain’t bring they brother with ’em

From the city and can’t even go back

Got stepped on, that nigga a door mat

Before they made throwback Thursday, I was that nigga

Go check the throwbacks

Bitch, nigga, it’s Baby

Rich nigga can’t have no feelings

Mo’ money, mo’ problems we got

You can fuck around, get yo’ head bust

For tryna be somethin’ you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see ‘Pac

And when I walk in I don’t even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon’ follow me out (Come on, come on)

Rich nigga can’t have no feelings

Mo’ money, mo’ problems we got (Ooh)

You can fuck around, get yo’ head bust

For tryna be somethin’ you not

I got a place for you on a T-shirt

And a date for you to see ‘Pac (2Pac)

And when I walk in I don’t even touch them hoes

When I leave, they gon’ follow me out

Yeah, nigga, I’m muhfuckin’ different, nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Ain’t no nigga like me, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

It’s gon’ be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

We gon’ introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks (Go)

It’s gon’ be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

We gon’ introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugers and Glocks (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wanna hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Chargin’ niggas ten thousand to take a pic’ with they bae, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Yeah, man, and you know, this shit come with a lot (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

I’m acceptin’ it all with open arms (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

See, me, when I prayed for this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

You know, I told God I was willin’ to accept whatever came with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

I’m talkin’ about whatever comes with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Let’s go (Yeah, yeah), let’s go (Yeah-yeah)

Mo’ money, mo’ problems we got