Headie One More Money More Problems Lyrics
I got more money, I got more problems
Brought all this money, brought it with auctions
I have the trap and I went Ms on the way
(M1OnTheBeat)
Turn
I could’ve been sat in the cold that day
Told ’em turn
Woo, woo, woo
One
More money, more problems, I been feelin’ like Biggie
There’s no hope when you come from Tottenham
So we’ve already made history
Them haters don’t wanna see me blowin’
They wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I gotta ask shawty “If I went today would you actually miss me?”
“Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?”
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that’s where this all started
I’m a walkin’ target, I see one of my dargs turn crassis
I seen opps tryna diss on my artists until of them man turned starfish
We used to be cool with the Malis, now it’s two hand tings ridin’ by Tarnish
That could be an opp boy that you went school with
Still hail up each others marjas
Home will always be where the heart is
Though the street done turned me all heartless
How I see all of these flashin’ lights, but I’m still in the darkness
Same second that I’m on stage at Wireless
I hear trident been at my garden (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Big 6 always told me do prayers
I’m fastin’ cah they won’t stop ’til I’m in a casket
Or locked up like
More money, more problems, I been feelin’ like Biggie
There’s no hope when you come from Tottenham
So we’ve already made history
Them haters don’t wanna see me blowin’
They wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I gotta ask shawty “If I went today would you actually miss me?”
“Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?”
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that’s where this all started
I’m a walkin’ target, I see one of my dargs turn crassis
Prada glasses and champagne glasses (Flip)
Groupies come on your lick, careful you don’t fall in love with
In the kitchen cookin’ down fish, they with the next artist shakin’ arses
She don’t care who’s givin’ her dick, she just wanna use you for the backstage passes
More problems, it’s gettin’ disheartin’
Yo, I was at studio when my yard got bare brough by moss man
Bro-bro stopped doin’ drills durin’ Ramadan, got back to it soon as he done fastin’
Wish I knew why us and them beefin’, ssh got bun, it’s too late to ask him
And this is what it is, and it just will be what it will be
More money, more problems, I been feelin’ like Biggie
There’s no hope when you come from Tottenham
So we’ve already made history
Them haters don’t wanna see me blowin’
They wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I gotta ask shawty “If I went today would you actually miss me?”
“Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?”
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that’s where this all started
I’m a walkin’ target, I see one of my dargs turn crassis