Jeron Pierce - Mo Money Mo Problems

Fuck what they tell you
Don’t let them fool you
Don't buy into what they tryna' sell you
If they can’t profit off you why would they wanna help you
It smell like a trap I hope you smell it too
Keep ya mouth closed in the interrogation room
I ain’t said nothing, I would know that it was you
I usually do my dirt by my lonely can I put my trust in you
Can I rely on you?
Can I count on you?

It shouldn’t have to be said
But just in case lemme said
You shouldn’t be telling on ya mans
You da one who got caught red handed
Gotta' accept it how it comes
That’s part of being a man
I don't trust you if you ain’t standing on that shit you said
We can’t talk bread
We can’t be friends
You not my fam
Get lost somewhere
Quick fast Before it got hot in here

Fuck what they tell you
Don’t let them fool you
Don't buy into what they tryna' sell you
If they can’t profit off you why would they wanna help you
It smell like a trap I hope you smell it too
Keep ya mouth closed in the interrogation room
I ain’t said nothing, I would know that it was you
I usually do my dirt by my lonely can I put my trust in you
Can I rely on you?
Can I count on you?

Why you hating on another man
You thought had the upper hand
Now you down bad
Had to put it on the gram
Had to go live
Had to show how you live
Like you ain’t got no kids
Like you can’t get pressed
Like we dnt live in the Wild Wild West
Now you going out sad, for you this the end
You got a new whip but can’t pay the rent
Flaunting that cash wit nothing on ya hip
It was only a matter of time before they ran in ya shit

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