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letra de mo money mo problems - huey v

[intro: huey v]
uh-uh, ain’t no option
you could say i took the long way
knee deep where they trenchin’, clappin’ n-ggas broad day
in my city, same n-gga hit you be at your pallbearin’

[verse 1: huey v]
know i shouldn’t stress over sh-t that i can’t change
thankful of what’s mine, i need everything to take
draw or win it all, lose everything, get too greedy
out the window jewels on, like, “there he go”, when they see me i’m him
kept me goin’ when i ain’t have sh-t
felt like i’m them, on dead homies that live on through the palms of my hittas
survivin’ guilt, i still envy evеryday, you ain’t there
it’s still spin ’til evеrything get hit
i’m still here and everyday ain’t given
we can’t complain about the rain, you know what came with this sh-t
b-tch, everyday ain’t clear
stand tall, never bend on business
bng had the sixth sense, just fell in love with his pistol
if i ain’t come to my senses, i’d be buried right there with him
bein’ right there with ’em
kept it all off the phone, like the lord don’t hear me
said it all to allah, feel like allah don’t feel me
his first murder on his mind, he poppin’ b-lls, tryna empty it
p-ss and bleach on his hands, but the sin can’t cleanse it
biggest fear was never death, it’s whether mama forgive me
yo’ casket only fit one body, what you gon’ do when livin’?
f-ck a hater, do what work for you, n-gga
[chorus: huey v]
mo’ money, mo’ problems
you could say i took the long way, had no option
‘member trappin’ p-ssy hallways
knee deep where they trenchin’, clappin’ n-ggas broad day
in my city same n-ggas hit you be at your pallbearerin’
no conscious, n-gga
mo’ money, mo’—, ayy, ayy, huh

[verse 2: huey v & memphis bleek]
bleek signed me, cheech found me, next hova (next hova)
big papi, reek ganja, chest poker (chest poker)
rose concrete, run the game ’til my legs broken
the streets sponsor, i just needed the exposure
the speak knocker, but he game like he chief sosa (like he chief sosa)
b-boy standin’ with my d-boys
cannon in my levi’s, leave holes riddled in your peephole (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
smoked a n-gga right before my l like d4
you n-ggas is actors, supposed to be rappers
supposedly trappers, just holdin’ up traffic, the f-ck, is you kiddin’ me?
stop it oky, ‘fore we send shots through ya top piece (top)
everybody know you dead, this the wake for the body
rick owens on my legs, walkin’ through line of fire
fold a f-ck n-gga up, origami
n-gga lyin’ through his t–th, but his eyes look honest
and smile got that same five letters as slime
but sh-t get tricky, the same handshake might slime you
fifteen, i was nickel and dimin’ (nickle and dimin’)
deuce five, now it’s sent through wire (wire)
trey pound got ’em sent to the pod, i sent my wish through verizon, that’s my n-gga (can you hear me now?)
(can you hear me now? good, uh)
[verse 3: memphis bleek]
more moves, bliz back in his groove
my youngest put that work in and that’s why they carry tools
’cause it’s more money, more murder, that be they option
and comin’ up thuggin’, that’s our synopsis
hood n-gga, eat sushi without the chopsticks
my n-ggas ain’t janitors, but they mop sh-t
and i just travel like the ref’ just blew the whistle on me
now bein’ places, i don’t need a pistol on me
two-hundred k, that’s a light tissue on me
still could get a n-gga nose wiped if he dissin’ on me
them p-ssy hallways, i came a long way
sh-t, i stood there all day for that short pay
them short clips was givin’ n-ggas them long stays
some n-ggas took dirt naps, oh, they in the cage
hov found me, then signed me, i was grindin’
but through the rhymin’, made the world throw up a diamond
was fully loaded, all a n-gga need is a shot
from down the way where the lil’ n-ggas was throwin’ shots
we made a way, made a lane, made it pop
we took the pain, created d’usse, we takin’ shots
if them n-ggas say l’m hatin’, tell ’em, “stop it, n-gga”
none of you dudes ain’t in my ipics, n-gga
screens in the crib bigger than them sh-ts you see in ipics, n-gga
i’m a project n-gga, buyin’ towns like i’m amish, n-gga
let’s be honest, n-gga
what i accomplish, you know you couldn’t top this, n-gga
mom told me go be prosperous n-gga (haha)
and i did that, yeah (haha)
that’s why we live that
[chorus: huey v]
mo’ money, mo’ problems
you could say i took the long way, had no option
‘member trappin’ p-ssy hallways
knee deep where they trenchin’, clappin’ n-ggas broad day
in my city same n-ggas hit you be at your pallbearerin’
no conscious, n-gga
mo’ money, mo’—, ayy, ayy

[outro: huey v]
mo’ money, mo’ motherf-cking—, huh

- huey v

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