Gucci Mane – Mo Money lyrics

[Chorus]
More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red, devilish
Did have feelings, then out the blue, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks I'ma wear once
Used to have one pair of shoes for four months
Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much

[Verse 1]
Sole survivor
Go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
I drive the whip like a stolen car
Fishscale hook 'em, Abdul-Jabbar
Straight from the block, I was born a star
How you trap out abandoned car?
'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all
Talkin' to shh on a collected call
Wе was just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin' off

[Chorus]
More money, morе problems
Less Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin'
Whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit
5.56, click, boom-boom-boom
Nigga get outta line, take away the whole clique

[Verse 2]
A sole survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
Reach for my neck, get his head took off
Racks in my pocket, I know they be watchin'
Won't stop 'til I'm up and BiC Fizzle a boss
Fuck what it cost, I'ma get what I want
I was dressin' for less, buyin' clothes at Ross
Hellcat engine, Hellcat the exhaust
Say I know how to grind, I ain't takin' no loss
Get in my feelings I just feel my thoughts
Promethazine just to help with my cough
Long road, pray I don't never get lost
Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost
Flea-flicker, bitch, no twenty-two toss
Just threw bro a pack and he snagged like Moss
1017 on my neck and it cost
On Sixteenth and Clark Street where I used to walk

[Chorus]
More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red, devilish
Did have feelings, then out the blue, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks I'ma wear once
Used to have one pair of shoes for four months
Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much
More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin' and plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin'
Whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit
5.56, click, boom-boom-boom
Nigga get outta line, take away the whole clique