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

She always held me down I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things, don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose

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

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

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

(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

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

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,

And if I was a bettin' woman I'd lay my money down I'd bet he spends more time in them woods Than he spends in this house I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', No good blue tick