MÁS DINERO + PROBLEMAS (part. Hades66 y Ñengo Flow)

Crazy, humble, and real
Jon z, man

I trusted my brothers, never thought they'd turn on me (oh)
Found love too soon, but they always said there was more (bro)
They said to go to school, that's what it's all about, but I started to grind (whoo!)
Because I won't be poor forever, that's why I always want more

More money, more problems come
When there’s cash and dough, everyone wants a piece (oh)
I don't fear death; sooner or later, it's coming for me (prr!)
Karma follows us, what you do here, you gotta pay (bro!)
More money, more problems come (ah)

When there’s cash and dough, everyone wants a piece (yeah, yeah)
I don't fear death; sooner or later, it's coming for me (prr!)
Karma follows us, what you do here, you gotta pay (down!)

Hey, more money, more problems
We bought the homie in jail a system
I hear death coming when the chopper pops
Your body on the ground, sirens wail
Give me a break, I’ll break the chains
Not even the hospital gets you there alive
Judas are dying at the dinner table
And my devils are letting off shots at the scene
From the Lincoln to the TRX, the chopper and the 19x
If they put a price on you, we mark you with an x
I'm going for the third eye like Fetty
They work white like Yeti's skin
Without sleep, I’ll make you meet Freddy
The dead are in line without a movie
I ain't got no new blood like Nelly
A shot and your life’s in danger
The bullets in my friend’s magazine
Perse is the only thing that keeps you safe
And they talk to the dead through Ouijas
Shirt for you to send off your soul
I’m eternal in this life and the afterlife
The shadow that walks with you
Until they bid you farewell in a grave

More money, more problems come
When there’s cash and dough, everyone wants a piece (oh)
I don't fear death; sooner or later, it's coming for me (prr!)
Karma follows us, what you do here, you gotta pay (bro!)

More money, so more problems
The damn street’s burning up (watch out)
Envy runs through their veins
It consumes your soul and poisons it
Oh, so many backstabbing Pharisees
Their hex hasn’t taken me down, 'cause I’m solid
By the real blessing from the king
Fire for the rats, can't give them a break
Playing tough (yeah), impulsive by nature (whoo)
The she-devils know the kid (hahaha)
With my eye on the prize (prr, prr)
Stay over there, I’m focused on my own
I make you swallow the shit you talk, you’re self-sabotaging (hahaha)
You made a couple bucks and want to fly
Respect isn't given to me, motherfucker

Whoever betrayed got taken by the devil
Envy takes care of everyone (prr!)
And if you ask for respect, you lowlife, give it
Things are equal here (hey)

Whoever betrayed got taken by the devil
Envy takes care of everyone (yeah)
And if you ask for respect, you lowlife, give it
Things are equal here

More money, more problems come
When there’s cash and dough, everyone wants a piece (oh)
I don't fear death; sooner or later, it's coming for me (prr!)
Karma follows us, what you do here, you gotta pay (bro!)

More—more—more money, more problems
They see me with a ticket and everyone wants in
People think I’m a bank
But honestly, I don’t know what they’re thinking (ah)
They ask like I owe them
Wanting money from my grind
They think they deserve it all (no)
But they don’t even deserve shit
Talk about me all you want
I don’t know what you expect from me
I’ll never give you my sincerest
Sorry, dude, that wasn’t it
Cutting everyone off, scissor style
I don’t want drama, no more soap operas
I ain't here to waste my time
Door I open, no one closes on me (bitch)
More money, more problems, that’s what Biggie told me (prr!)
That’s why I smoke my weed (prr!), I deal with my problems chillin’ (yeah)
(More money, more problems, that’s what Biggie told me)
(That’s why I smoke my weed, I deal with my problems chillin’, prr!)

More money, more problems come
When there’s cash and dough, everyone wants a piece (oh)
I don't fear death; sooner or later, it's coming for me (prr!)
Karma follows us, what you do here, you gotta pay (bro!)
More money, more problems come (ah)
When there’s cash and dough, everyone wants a piece (yeah)
I don't fear death; sooner or later, it's coming for me (prr!)
Karma follows us, what you do here, you gotta pay (down!)

I trusted my brothers, never thought they'd turn on me (oh)
Found love too soon, but they always said there was more (bro)
They said to go to school, that's what it’s all about, but I started to grind
Because I won't be poor forever, that's why I always want more

More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More—more—more money, more problems
That’s what Biggie told me
More—more—more money, more problems
(More—more—more—)
More money, more problems come
Torres on the beat
Jon z, man
Crazy, humble, and real