Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke And all my people say, whoo Mo' money, mo'-mo' money 'Cause all I've ever been told Mo' money, mo' problem 'Cause every time I see you, I be screamin' "Hallelujah" But you're all about the Benjamins, I see

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf And just enjoy yourself Life ain't so bad at all If you live it off the wall 'Cause we're the party people night and day Livin' crazy that's the only way Groove, let the madness in the music get to

(No chill no chill no) Got no chill tonight People searching for answers While the world's spinning faster They say love is the answer All you see is dollar signs (Dollar signs) You lose your mind, you lose your fucking mind Dollars signs Said fuck this

I'm prolly not what you thought Guess I don't know what to say I leave it all on the stage Look, people ask me what the future is All I know is I'll be doin' this All I know is things are moving quick That's convenient for me 'cause that’s how I live Now

We could be heroes We could be heroes, me and you We could be Everyday people do everyday things but I Can't be one of them I know you hear me now, we are a different kind We can do anything All we're looking for is love and a little light

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down

We can send this bitch up, it can't go down Memories don't live like people do They always 'member you Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories that you have Reliving the past Rock star bitch call me Elvis M.O.B, she call me selfish

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette,

Cocaina, cocaina (Cocaina, cocaina) I don’t wanna serve my people You can call them birds, call them seagulls You can call the girl mamacita I do this shit for my familia Turn a half to a whole thing With cocaina you will make a name If you wanna make a