mo money mo problems

Man make the money, money make the man

Coke get hard then it turn to grams

I need that Murciélago with the automatic start

Chrome paint job, rims glowin' in the dark

Movin' O's in the park, layin' low from the NARC's

I know the feds watch, but your boy got heart

Jim claim that he ballin' and he sharin' one blunt

My car European, hundred grand in the trunk

Yo, I break down bricks like I know judo, nigga

And move more weight than a sumo wrestler

I'm a hustler, my dope make fiends relapse

I'm in that GT vehicle, the roof collapse

Yeah, nigga

We don't trick on hoes, we trick out cars

G-Unit ain't broke, we rap rock stars

See us in the club, we shut down bars

But niggas always hatin' (Mo money mo problems)

But niggas always hatin' (Mo money mo problems)

But niggas always hatin' (Mo money mo problems)

Yeah, nigga

Godfather of the Ghetto, nigga

Tony Yayo, David Newhouse, nigga