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

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

(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'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

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

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 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 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

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 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 Of all the problems you've been causin' me Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin'