DaBaby – More Money More Problems Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics More Money More Problems – DaBaby

Rich n**ga can’t have no feelings
More money, more problems we got
You f**k 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 h*es
When I leave, they gon’ follow me out

And when I walk in I don’t even touch them h*es
When I leave, they gon’ follow me out
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F**k what these n**gas talkin’ about
I just created a land and took over the muhf**kin’ 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, n**ga
They can’t tell you I ain’t keep it real
What she gon’ do My b**ch eat the deeck like it’s ribs

I got the stick, we gon’ see who gon’ live
House big as a b**ch, my s**t MTV Cribs
He asked for feature, but my s**t ain’t cheap
N**ga better save up, I ain’t givin’ no deals
I had to say this s**t two times
For all the broke boys in the back
That act like they ain’t hear me
I put this b**ch 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 deeck
And go, Baby, and give it a hickey
Ain’t been on the stage in a minute
But still on TV everyday
N**ga should’ve went Disney

Rich n**ga can’t have no feelings
More money, more problems we got
You f**k 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 h*es
When I leave, they gon’ follow me out..②

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 deeck for these b**ches
All of the blogs gettin’ messy
I’m passin’ right now if you test me
I’m layin’ them down, get a stretcher

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 n**ga, Get the f**k off my deeck
I don’t wanna hear a hatin’ n**ga bumpin’ my s**t
Turn my s**t off and go play one of them other n**gas
N**gas 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 n**ga a door mat
Before they made throwback Thursday, I was that n**ga
Go check the throwback
B**ch, n**ga, it’s Baby

Rich n**ga can’t have no feelings
More money, more problems we got
You f**k 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 h*es..②

When I leave, they gon’ follow me out

Yeah, n**ga, I’m muhf**kin’ different, n**ga
Ain’t no n**ga like me, n**ga
It’s gon’ be a lotta n**gas dead before the foolishness stop
We gon’ introduce you p**sy n**gas to these Rugers and Glocks
It’s gon’ be a lotta n**gas dead before the foolishness stop
We gon’ introduce you p**sy n**gas to these Rugers and Glocks
Turned the city to the city, now these n**gas wanna hate
Chargin’ n**gas ten thousand to take a pic’ with they bae, b**ch

Yeah, man, and you know, this s**t come with a lot
I’m acceptin’ it all with open arms
See, me, when I prayed for this s**t
You know, I told God I was willin’ to accept
Whatever came with it
I’m talkin’ about whatever comes with it

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
More money, more problems we got…

➤ Written by DaBaby & SethInTheKitchen
Album: My Brother’s Keeper (Long Live G)
Produced by SethInTheKitchen
DaBaby | 2020

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