[Verse 1: Slav] With mo money come problems And to solve em, it cost money But how he gonna solve em when his pockets dust bunnies When his mama was a base head And daddy was a dummy Hopping from house to house Like they was the Easter bunny Some people from the outside laugh But it ain't funny Coming from the part of Philly where it ain't always sunny So he ask himself, "do you wanna live in a house that's so rummy? Do you wanna be that sorry kid with no money?" So he picked up a pen and he grind Making his rhymes so refined And in the process Sounds like nonsense Changing the views of all man kind While his mama didn't listen And daddy was doing time He had to hustle cuz they struggled to pay the payments on time. But got offered a deal and he signed Watched his bank account incline Now he countin' all his money, just to pa** the time He got his folks out the hood, no more working full time Mama got clean and daddy had stopped banging a 9 Rockin' everything, from Gucci to Calvin Klein Only dropped a f**ing single and he already in his prime Was in the dark his whole life And now he's ready to shine Cuz he k**s it on the mic but he ain't causing no crime As a kid with no money, asking, "who stole from me?" Now he's balling like Kobe getting that pro money When asked, "what's your goal in life, with all that money?" He replied, "It's simple man, just to make mo money."