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More Money - Pressa Lyrics




More money, more problems

Starboy, but no stardom

Same chart, but different column

Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem



I'm on the road, never home, I'm cookin' 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

Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem

More money, more problems

Starboy, but no stardom

Same chart, but different column

Rollin' 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

Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem

More money, more problems

Starboy, but no stardom

Same chart, but different column

Rollin' 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 nothin' 'bout SOCAN

Money was the motive, all just for the moment

Watch the game on the block while he zones in

He started shootin' 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

Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem

More money, more problems

Starboy, but no stardom

Same chart, but different column

Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem


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