Songtext zu 'More Money More Problems' von Headie One

I got more money, I got more problems
Brought all this money, brought it with auctions
I have the trap and I went Ms on the way
(M1OnTheBeat)
Turn
I could've been sat in the cold that day
Told 'em turn
Woo, woo, woo
One

More money, more problems, I been feelin' like Biggie
There's no hope when you come from Tottenham
So we've already made history
Them haters don't wanna see me blowin'
They wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I gotta ask shawty If I went today would you actually miss me?
Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that's where this all started
I'm a walkin' target, I see one of my dargs turn crassis

I seen opps tryna diss on my artists until of them man turned starfish
We used to be cool with the Malis, now it's two hand tings ridin' by Tarnish
That could be an opp boy that you went school with
Still hail up each others marjas
Home will always be where the heart is
Though the street done turned me all heartless
How I see all of these flashin' lights, but I'm still in the darkness
Same second that I'm on stage at Wireless
I hear Trident been in my garden (turn, turn, turn, turn)
Big sis always told me do prayers and fastin'
Cah they won't stop till I'm in a casket
Or locked up like Rastafarian

More money, more problems, I been feelin' like Biggie
There's no hope when you come from Tottenham
So we've already made history
Them haters don't wanna see me blowin'
They wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I gotta ask shawty If I went today would you actually miss me?
Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that's where this all started
I'm a walkin' target, I see one of my dargs turn crassis

Prada glasses and champagne glasses (flip)
Groupies come when you're, careful you don't fall in love with brasses
In the kitchen cookin' you fish, then with the next artist shakin' arses
She don't care who's givin' her dick, she just wanna use you for the backstage passes
More problems, it's gettin' disheartenin'
Yo, I was at studio when my yard got burgled by masked men
Bro-bro stopped doin' drills durin' Ramadan, got back to it soon as he done fastin'
Wish I knew why us and them beefin', ssh got bun, it's too late to ask him
It just is what it is, and it just will what it will be

More money, more problems, I been feelin' like Biggie
There's no hope when you come from Tottenham
So we've already made history
Them haters don't wanna see me blowin'
They wanna do me in my own hood like Nipsey
I gotta ask shawty If I went today would you actually miss me?
Or if I got birded, would you come on the visit hall, hug me and kiss me?
I come up from hardships, the feds still tryna get me on firearm charges
They want me back in HMP, true, that's where this all started
I'm a walkin' target, I see one of my dargs turn crassis