More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red and devily, then had feelings
Then after Blue, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one
Used to have one pair of shoes for four months
Now I ball out for them days I ain't have much (SkinnyKhris)

Soul survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
I drive the whip like a stolen car
Fishscale hook, know a dude your bar
Straight from the block, I was born a star
I used to trap out abandoned car
'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all
Talkin' this shh, I'ma collect the call
We was just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin' off

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
.556 click boom-boom-boom
Nigga get outta line, take away the whole click

A soul 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, 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 fucked my thought
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 flick a bitch, no twenty-two toss
Just threw bruh a pack and he snatched like Moss
1017 on my neck and it cost
From Sixteenth to Clark Street where I used to walk

More money, more problems
Less Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red and devily, then had feelings
Then after Blue, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, I bossed up, you see me turnt up
Fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one
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
.556 click boom-boom-boom
Nigga get outta line, take away the whole click

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Writer(s): Christopher Monroe, Jeremiah Northern