Correction Lyrics More Money More Problems by DaBaby

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Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Let's go)
You can f*ck 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)
f*ck what these niggas talkin' about
I just created a lane and took over the muhf*ckin' 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, more money, more problems we got (Go)
You can f*ck 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)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Come on)
You can f*ck 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
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

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's 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 f*ck 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, more money, more problems we got (Go)
You can f*ck 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)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes
Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (Go)
You can f*ck 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)
And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes

Yeah, nigga, I'm motherf*ckin' 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 p*ssy 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 p*ssy 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

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