What I Call It - Juicy J

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

Fuck shit what I call it

Gotta keep the fam close, no problem

Got a nine with a beam on the bottom

If they with me then they with me then I got 'em

Don’t give a fuck how nobody feel about 'em

Now get me hyped up, get me piped up

If you mic’d up you gettin' sliced up

It’s that north side, it’s that Three 6

I’m comin' hard nigga, fuck that weak shit

And you can get it in the hood but you can’t keep it

Cause ain’t nobody in the hood gon' let you keep shit

I’ve been up all night, fuck that sleep shit

Old lady 'cross the street try’na peep shit

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

Fuck shit what I call it

More money, more hoes, more bills

More bags, more clothes, more hills

Ain’t gon' lie I do it for the thrill

When I see the bill I just get the chill

Fuck bitches, get money

And fuck you if you can’t do shit for me

Since I’ve been rich all the hoes say they love me

Even all the hoes that used to say they wouldn’t fuck me

Now if I ever hit 'em back they lucky

Yeah, they lucky

And I don’t know 'em like that but they trust me

But I don’t trust 'em though and that’s just me

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

Fuck shit what I call it

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

More money, more problems

Fuck shit what I call it

Fuck shit what I call it

Fuck shit what I call it