| More money, more problems
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| Starboy, but no stardom
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| Same chart, but different column
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| Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
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| I’m on the road, never home, I’m cookin' dope on the stove
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| 'Member nights I was cold, now I can barely even wake up
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| Afterparty, afterparty, life feel like it’s made up
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| Bitches got my D up, bitches with the C cup
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| Life ain’t a surprise, yeah, I ain’t scared to die, yeah
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| Brother turned to Muslim, greet him, «As-Salaam-Alaikum»
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| Bitches wanna play us, play me at Coachella
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| I used to sell drugs, a little farther down was Sega
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| More money, more problems
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| Starboy, but no stardom
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| Same chart, but different column
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| Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
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| More money, more problems
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| Starboy, but no stardom
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| Same chart, but different column
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| Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
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| Put my life on the line, they kill you where you reside
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| I’m in the trap with the guys, we multiply and divide
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| The other day I got the call that my man died
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| My nigga said he got me, but my man lied
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| I’m in the woods where they treat you like a reptile
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| Hotter than a campfire, BFR the franchise
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| And the other thing, mama, she ain’t gotta worry
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| Couple friends behind bars and a couple in the cemetery
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| More money, more problems
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| Starboy, but no stardom
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| Same chart, but different column
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| Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
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| More money, more problems
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| Starboy, but no stardom
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| Same chart, but different column
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| Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
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| They gon' put your life in the jury’s hands
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| You prolly would have thought twice if beforehand
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| Lil' nigga on the block, he got no plans
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| He make a whole lot of songs but know nothin' 'bout SOCAN
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| Money was the motive, all just for the moment
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| Watch the game on the block while he zones in
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| He started shootin' at the cops once they closed in
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| From a block where the car’s prolly stolen
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| More money, more problems
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| Starboy, but no stardom
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| Same chart, but different column
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| Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
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| More money, more problems
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| Starboy, but no stardom
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| Same chart, but different column
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| Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Money , by - Pressa. Song from the album Press a Brick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп