Gucci watches and the VVS, now these hoes tryna slide on me
Rest In Peace 4 Tray Smith my big homie just died on me
Midnights we ride or dies we ain’t ever gon tell a lie to you
Shawty callin, cuz the money talkin but ion really got no time for ya
Money Problems, money problems
These bands they do not fit in my wallet
Money problems, money problems
These hundreds falling out my pocket
Money problems, money problems
Touch me get hit with a rocket
Money problems, money problems
Money problems, money problems
Money, problem, money problem, I just really want a profit
Got a 30 on me we pop shit just empty out them pockets
Ain’t no need to cock it, one in the head in my rocket
It’s hiding up in my pocket, if you talking I’m gon rock it
Who want some problems, pull up many we can resolve em
Growth shit, evolve shit, lil bro come with revolvers
Pussy boy we dawgs bra, movin shit on the corner
Why yo bitch on my balls huh, cuz I make all the calls yea
Bitch I’m too raw yea, saw yo hoe she a slut
Just for a couple bucks, yo bitch was eatin these nuts
Yea, I really be on the hush, yea I’m really Sellin the kush
Yea, you really do not wanna fuss, yea my youngins they ready to bust
Yea, shoot you right up in yo gut, yea we just want a million bucks
Yea, so we serving all the clucks, and we give zero fucks
And we give zero fucks
Pull up with a 30 let it bust