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More money, more problems

More bitches, more condoms

More fuckin' up commas

More bouncin', Impalas

More Prezis, Obama

Gon' get me more drama

Y'all just can't offend me, more Fendi, more Prada

More money, more problems

More bitches, more condoms

More fuckin' up commas

More bouncin', Impalas

More Prezis, Obama

Gon' get me more drama

Ballin' for the ESPY unless we don't wanna

Hate me you could sue me

You pull up to studio it's take 9 like Kazumi

I ain't really tryna vibe, on they Mitsubishi zoomin

Had to put her to the side, she just comin' to conclusions

Goin' stupid, major distribution

Takin' shots it got me seein' double like illusions

That's what's in my statement

That's my credit union one, ain't seein' nothin' if it's you know who want me to make it

Now they throwin' Prada shade

Stack a couple m's, think they not afraid

I'm on top my generation now, like where drama stay

Know they shit been on delay, I need it andele

Boy think he the God, actin' like he Charlamagne

Say they got it all, deep inside they wanna trade

I been gifted since they passed on me, sick of they presence

You roll with Tech N9ne bitches, all 6's and 7's

I gotta put 'em in they place, I can't give 'em a second it's

More money, more problems

More bitches, more condoms

More fuckin' up commas

More bouncin', Impalas

More Prezis, Obama

Gon' get me more drama

Y'all just can't offend me, more Fendi, more Prada

More money, more problems

More bitches, more condoms

More fuckin' up commas

More bouncin', Impalas

More Prezis, Obama

Gon' get me more drama

Ballin' for the ESPY unless we don't wanna