Da Hook - Money Probs

Everybody's got money probs
But who knows how to solve 'em
Sell ya soul or ya body, but
Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight

If money had a special smell and I could feel it in the air
I'd beg, I'd praise the lord for blessin' me, I'm a millionaire
But thanks devil, my nose not that well sensed
It's more like seeing money all the time, over the fence
Like little kids get flat print on showcase nose
Havin' big dong but ugly face and no hoes
It's all about the money in the pocket, let me have a fairy
Donkey, That can shit some bills in KFC buckets, yo

Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes
Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros
Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog
Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo

Everybody's got money probs
But who knows how to solve 'em
Sell ya soul or ya body, but
Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight

I got business to do -yeah
I am busy you fool -ah
I hustle everyday
Just to get my bills paid
Just to get by, ain't got much to lose
What I got is an assful of dues, it's a mess I won't choose
Again if I had the choice I'd trade shoes
With a dude that got a huge sum of cash
Instead of takin' another bruise from the class

Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes
Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros
Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog
Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo

Everybody's got money probs
But who knows how to solve 'em
Sell ya soul or ya body, but
Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight

I'm chasin papers, god I hate vegas
I would be rich if there were only 8 bars
Moneys always in favor like 24/7
Sneaky traitors, I hate 'em, they promising heaven
But I'm a poker lovin' fool and a sucker for blackjack
Bitches know best, don't even ask for my paychecks
Hustler far away, the clumsy loser next door, the
Man without a trace of getting out of his poorness

Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes
Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros
Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog
Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo

Everybody's got money probs
But who knows how to solve 'em
Sell ya soul or ya body, but
Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight

Money money money money on my mind
Gimme more money, for more money I would die
"But what if ends and you're runnin' out of time?"
Well, fuck it -I keep on hustlin' for a good life
I have to fight to get my cash right to buy
More cars, more cribs and more than 10 wives
I'm the one who 's in struggle and strife
'Cause I have to pay alimony for another ex-wife

Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes
Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros
Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog
Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo

Everybody's got money probs
But who knows how to solve 'em
Sell ya soul or ya body, but
Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight

Written by:
Benjamin Sommer, Paul Glameyer

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