I'm coming out She's coming out You, you, you, you, you You gotta let it show Yo! I'm coming out Like the sun after rain Ready to shine no time to be plain

I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me (ha—ha—ha) We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again

It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me I don't know what they want from me Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue

We'll throw anythang, throw anythang, throw anythang (Yeah) When I'm wit' you (Yeah!), it's expensive Liquor pitchers I'm tryin' when I'm wit' you Money's not a problem, got different dollars on me Me and Stunna ballin' (Yeah) Money's steady callin'

Now I get a holiday Now I can move on to facing Big girl problems no more High school drama Graduated with honors And I’m drinking coffee while I Read the paper, I’ve been Saving money Eating only top ramen

I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make

Now I must die by my own hand 'cause I'm not man enough to live alone. and I'm better off dead now that she's gone. She couldn't stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went. You see, I've got a drinkin' problem, all the money that we had I spent.

I break it down, I break it down How much money you got? (A lot) How much money you got? (Straight up) How many problems you got? (A lot) How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many

Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got a check, the way

(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame And I steady try to tell em that it