More Money More Problems Songtext

von Headie One

I got more money, I got more problems (Deggzy sur la prod′)
Brought all this money, brought all my options
I have the trap and I went M's on the way (M1OnTheBeat)
Turn
I could′ve been sat in the cold that day

Only God will know how it's gon' go for me
I gotta pray none of my niggas won′t fold on me
Did they sign off a six figure show for me
Told ′em turn, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, woo
One

More money, more problems, I been feelin' like Biggie
There′s no hope when you come from Tottenham, so we've already made history (no?)
Them haters don′t wanna see me blowin', they wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I′ve gotta ask shorty, "If I went today, would you actually miss me?"
"Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss mе?"
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that's where this all started
I'm a walkin′ target, I seen one of my dogs turn crassis

I seen opps tryna diss on my artists ′til of them man turned starfish (yeah)
We used to be cool with the Malis, now it's two hand tings ridin′ by Tarnish
That could be an opp boy that you went school with, still hail up each others marjas
Home will always be where the heart is, though the streets done turned me all heartless (yo, let's get it)
How I see all of these flashin′ lights, but I'm still in the darkness?
Same second that I′m on stage at Wireless, I hear Trident been in my garden (turn, turn, turn, turn)
Big sis always told me do prayers and fastin'
'Cah they won′t stop ′til I'm in a casket or locked up like a Rastafarian (turn, turn, turn, turn)

More money, more problems, I been feelin′ like Biggie
There's no hope when you come from Tottenham, so we′ve already made history (no?)
Them haters don't wanna see me blowin′, they wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I've gotta ask shorty, "If I went today, would you actually miss me?"
"Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?"
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that's where this all started
I′m a walkin′ target, I seen one of my dogs turn crassis

Prada glasses, champagne glasses (flip)
Groupies come when you're lit, careful you don′t fall in love with brasses
In the kitchen cookin' your fish, then with the next artist shakin′ arses
She don't care who′s givin' her dick, she just wanna use you for the backstage passes
More problems, it's gettin′ disheartenin′
Yo, I was at studio when my yard got burgled by masked men
Bro-bro stopped doin' drills durin′ Ramadan, got back to it soon as he done fastin'
Wish I knew why us and them beefin′, ssh got burned, it's too late to ask ′em
It just is what it is and it just will what it will be

More money, more problems, I been feelin' like Biggie
There's no hope when you come from Tottenham, so we′ve already made history (no?)
Them haters don′t wanna see me blowin', they wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I′ve gotta ask shorty, "If I went today, would you actually miss me?"
"Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?"
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that's where this all started
I′m a walkin' target, I seen one of my dogs turn crassis

Deggzy sur la prod′
And it just will what it will be
M1OnTheBeat