CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : What I Call It
[Hook x2]
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
Gotta keep the fam close, no problem
Got a nine with a beam on the bottom
If they with me then they with me then I got 'em
Don't give a f*ck how nobody feel about 'em
Now get me hyped up, get me piped up
If you mic'd up you gettin' sliced up
It's that north side, it's that Three 6
I'm comin' hard nigga, f*ck that weak shit
And you can get it in the hood but you can't keep it
Cause ain't nobody in the hood gon' let you keep shit
I've been up all night, f*ck that sleep shit
Old lady 'cross the street try'na peep shit
[Hook x2]
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
More money, more hoes, more bills
More bags, more clothes, more hills
Ain't gon' lie I do it for the thrill
When I see the bill I just get the chill
f*ck bitches, get money
And f*ck you if you can't do shit for me
Since I've been rich all the hoes say they love me
Even all the hoes that used to say they wouldn't f*ck me
Now if I ever hit 'em back they lucky
Yeah, they lucky
And I don't know 'em like that but they trust me
But I don't trust 'em though and that's just me
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
f*ck shit what I call it
f*ck shit what I call it
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
Gotta keep the fam close, no problem
Got a nine with a beam on the bottom
If they with me then they with me then I got 'em
Don't give a f*ck how nobody feel about 'em
Now get me hyped up, get me piped up
If you mic'd up you gettin' sliced up
It's that north side, it's that Three 6
I'm comin' hard nigga, f*ck that weak shit
And you can get it in the hood but you can't keep it
Cause ain't nobody in the hood gon' let you keep shit
I've been up all night, f*ck that sleep shit
Old lady 'cross the street try'na peep shit
[Hook x2]
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
More money, more hoes, more bills
More bags, more clothes, more hills
Ain't gon' lie I do it for the thrill
When I see the bill I just get the chill
f*ck bitches, get money
And f*ck you if you can't do shit for me
Since I've been rich all the hoes say they love me
Even all the hoes that used to say they wouldn't f*ck me
Now if I ever hit 'em back they lucky
Yeah, they lucky
And I don't know 'em like that but they trust me
But I don't trust 'em though and that's just me
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
f*ck shit what I call it
f*ck shit what I call it
f*ck shit what I call it
