Mas Dinero Mas Problemas

I fell in love with money, bitches, and fame
But none of them will be there when I fall into bed
And can't get up, tell me who's gonna help me
None of you will come here to bathe me and clean my ass
That's why I'm like this, they have no balls

Let them talk whatever they want
Say whatever they want, none of them keeps me
Now I'm the bad guy, everyone talks shit about me
Before they didn't even look at me or talk, and now I'm the shit eater?
But now that I have, I made a couple of melons
Now they ask me, and if I don't give them, the bastards throw me
What the hell do you know about what I've done to be here, asshole?
At 23, I already had a million in the bank
If I dealt with drugs, it's not your problem
Live your life, don't look at others and mind your own business

Because more money more problems
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Nobody knows what could happen

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They say money can't buy happiness
But I've seen buddies who have sold their humility for money
They lied to you, because this damn world revolves around fucking money
If that's why you're with me, then I don't want you by my side
Don't act crazy, you know damn well what I'm talking about
Ask Anuel if he'll shit on the devil's mother again
You don't mess with that, you don't call the shots
Now he's alone and screwed, where are those who sucked up to him
That's why I'm a fucking leader, fuck assholes, I don't want ass-kissers by my side
Let them applaud and laugh at all the shit I always do
I prefer it to be real, even if I don't like it, speak clearly to me
Because I'm not perfect, I'm a human being
If I see you screwed, I'm the first one to lend a hand
But people are bad, not everyone is like that
Now instead of helping you, they flip you off and make fun of you
It's a different time, respect is lost
That's why I always pray and have God as my support
Worse things will come, the Bible says so
The Middle East is living what Syria is going through
Families dying, hungry children, scarcity growing
And others getting rich at the expense of others, life isn't fair
Open your eyes, tomorrow you'll scare me
If you ask me what it feels like to be famous and be here
I'll tell you that before, with nothing, I felt good and I was happier

Because more money more problems
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Nobody knows what could happen

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