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rimzee & ay em - more money more problems lyrics

[intro: rimzee]
[?] on the beat
yo

[verse 1: rimzee]
louis luggage in a tesla, the boots in the front (uh)
jeans cost a ton, i might only wear them once
had to hand sells, direct with the consumer (true)
only caught me with his mulla, free my n+gga mulla (free him)
i was on my face, deconsied me an eighth
whipped the yola like a raise, diors without the lace (uh)
now it’s dark and waffle late night just for drinks
five quid for this mink, lord, forgive me for my sins
i ain’t ever been on joke (never)
they know my name on these roads
blood stains in my clothes, all this pain and it showеs
i got blood on my loubes, i got mud on my boots (uh)
in the kitchen with this dinnеr, turned one into two
my trap do numbers, my whipper workin’ numbers (uh)
sh+t, i’m feelin’ bored, i might stack another hundred
n+ggas know my mo, designer’s stiletto’s
f+ck her like i’m fresh home, i don’t rock kenzo
[chorus: ay em]
mmm, they say more money, more problems (problems)
but, at least it’s small money (mmm)
i said, at least it’s small money
i can’t be out here so often, but i do it, no mally
you know, mally, i need more money
my lifestyle outrageous, i’m trap giddy, i’m all about my papers
i’m a hood baby, but i can show you places
keep a somethin’ around me, i’m not used to datin’
for my circle, i keep the money in rotation

[verse 2: rimzee]
from free school dinner, i’m a six figure n+gga
it don’t get no realer, got dirty in the mixer
got grams, real life, way before insta’ live
shop and spend a five, can’t take it when i die (racks)
two hundred on a clock, foot down and i’m blowin’
with the lamb’, like it’s stolen, roof down when it’s snowin’ (uh)
drippin’ in my gel, i got this b+tch in a patella
still keep my skeng arm, on it any weatehr
doin’ donuts in the rain, drivin’, gettin’ brain
she only with me for the fame, i don’t even know her name (thotiana)
still step clean, that’s water on water
that food cross the boarder, give ’em what they order
thousand on the ‘mares, breakin’ bread with my peers
givenchy on the shirt, no whip gettin’ merked
new stick came with perks (bills)
uh and i just gotta give the word
[chorus: ay em]
mmm, they say more money, more problems (problems)
but, at least it’s small money (mmm)
i said, at least it’s small money
i can’t be out here so often, but i do it, no mally
you know, mally, i need more money
my lifestyle outrageous, i’m trap giddy, i’m all about my papers
i’m a hood baby, but i can show you places
keep a somethin’ around me, i’m not used to datin’
for my circle, i keep the money in rotation

- rimzee ay em lyrics

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