Letra de What I Call It
More money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems Fuck shit what I call itMore money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems Fuck shit what I call itGotta 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 fuck how nobody feel about 'em Now get me hyped up, get me piped up If you [?] up you gettin' sliced up It's that north side, it's that Three 6 I'm comin' hard nigga, fuck 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, fuck that sleep shit Old lady 'cross the street try'na peep shitMore money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems Fuck shit what I call itMore money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems Fuck shit what I call itMore 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 Fuck bitches, get money And fuck 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 fuck 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 meMore money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems Fuck shit what I call it More money, more problems More money, more problems More money, more problems Fuck shit what I call it Fuck shit what I call it Fuck shit what I call it