More Money

(album: Press A Brick - 2018)

More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rolling dice like a brother come from Harlem

I'm on the road, never home, I'm cooking dope on the stove
'Member nights I was cold, now I can barely even wake up
Afterparty, afterparty, life feel like it's made up
Bitches got my D up, bitches with the C cup
Life ain't a surprise, yeah, I ain't scared to die, yeah
Brother turned to Muslim, greet him, "As-Salaam-Alaikum"
Bitches wanna play us, play me at Coachella
I used to sell drugs, a little farther down was Sega

More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rolling dice like a brother come from Harlem
More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rolling dice like a brother come from Harlem

Put my life on the line, they kill you where you reside
I'm in the trap with the guys, we multiply and divide
The other day I got the call that my man died
My nigga said he got me, but my man lied
I'm in the woods where they treat you like a reptile
Hotter than a campfire, BFR the franchise
And the other thing, mama, she ain't gotta worry
Couple friends behind bars and a couple in the cemetery

More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rolling dice like a brother come from Harlem
More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rolling dice like a brother come from Harlem

They gon' put your life in the jury's hands
You prolly would have thought twice if beforehand
Lil' nigga on the block, he got no plans
He make a whole lot of songs but know nothing 'bout SOCAN
Money was the motive, all just for the moment
Watch the game on the block while he zones in
He started shooting at the cops once they closed in
From a block where the car's prolly stolen

More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rolling dice like a brother come from Harlem
More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rolling dice like a brother come from Harlem