(Intro)
La musica de Harry Fraud
(Verse 1 – Bobby Shmurda)
They yelling, Bobby put the crack down
A ni**a making money off of rap now
So I had to pass the trap down
In the studio, I feel like Uncle Sam now
Mama always said I was a problem kid
Moving work, I used to traffic where my mama live
And I even kept them ratchets at my mama crib
I had a 9, a 45 and a banana clip
Pull up on a ni**a with a hundred rounds
Ain’t no shooting out the car, we gon run him down
I told Monte, have him dead before the Sun is down
Then I tell Fredricks, Hit the club and bring a hundred out
Bi**h a hundred out
Bi**h a hundred out
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
Bring them gunners out, BLAOW
Bring them gunners out
Bi**h money ain’t a problem
(Verse 2 – French Montana)
Shawty, bust it open, bend it over, how ya feel?
First they hit me up and then I got up, made a mil
And my dogs don’t swap it if that package ain’t sealed
I ain’t talking bout them Beats, but my dog slanging pills
The Pepsi and the Cola, crocs and the cobra
Artist and promoter, pull the Phantom and the boat up
Like haan
(Verse 3 – Puff Daddy)
Mr. Chow’s when we chow down
Bumping B.I.G. on the G5, Soundcloud
Lookie here, baby, lookie here
Money over everything, that’s just how it is
Champagne everything, caviar tears
Don’t be fraid of this money, baby, that’s just how it is
(Chorus – Puff Daddy & French Montana)
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
Money ain’t a problem
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
I got cash, if you a bad bi**h, f**k with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad bi**h in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shining
220 on the dash, but she driving me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
Bi**h, you know you gon ride to the top if you ride with me
(Verse 4 – Rowdy Rebel)
I’m riding, I’m riding, I’m riding, baby
Ni**a I was home sleep, that’s my alibi
So I don’t even know who let the hammer fly
I just know if it’s problems, prolly down to ride
So keep em occupied, I slick em while your pocket’s dry
When you sigh your deal, they wanna know, boy
Tell em that I’m GS9, Coke Boy
And tell em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My ni**a French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain’t a problem
We drop a bag on em, top dollars
And for a Cuban link collar
My lil ni**a Monte go and pop yah
I got shooters where you lack, I got Brooklyn on my back
I got hitters out of town, I’ll send em where you at
For a Rollie or a stack, they’ll fly him off his neck
BLAT!
(Chorus – Puff Daddy & French Montana)
Money ain’t a problem
I got cash, if you a bad bi**h, f**k with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad bi**h in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shining
220 on the dash, but she driving me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
B*tch, you know you gon ride to the top if you ride with me
Yo we spending money and we dancing
Let’s dance, come on
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
Money ain’t a problem
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
(Verse 5 – Chinx)
Forty auti loaded, counting paper, ducking 12
Run up on you, blow it, that ain’t nothing, I got bail
A ni**a came up out that bottom, yeah I’m talking bout that sewer
Went and hit a lick and then I dropped that on the jeweler
Bending corners in that 12 and sipping brown until I hurl up
Model bi**hes on me down to s**k me til I curl up
Pu**y ni**a how you feel? Money on your head
I break that hundred dollar bill
Stunt right behind your will
(Chorus – Puff Daddy & French Montana)
I got cash, if you a bad bi**h, f**k with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad bi**h in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shining
220 on the dash, but she driving me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
Bi**h, you know you gon ride to the top if you ride with me
Let’s get this money
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
Money ain’t a problem
Bi**h, money ain’t a problem
(Outro – Puff Daddy)
I ain’t got no problems over here, baby
You be blowing over here, baby
Can’t take it with us, you know?
We gon make the most money
And give the most money away
You feel me?
It’s Bad Boy
Puff Daddy, bi**h
