Lyrics for Shmoney Ain’t A Problem by Chinx :
[Intro]
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Bobby Shmurda]
They yellin’, “Bobby put the crack down!”
A n*gga makin’ money off of rap now
So I had to pass the trap down
In the studio, I feel like Uncle Sam now
Mama always said I was a problem kid
Movin’ work, I used to traffic where my mama live
And I even kept them ratchets at my mama crib
I had a 9, a 45 and a banana clip
Pull up on a n*gga with a hundred rounds
Ain’t no shootin’ out the car, we gon’ run him down
I told Monte, “Have him dead before the Sun is down”
Then I tell Fredricks, “Hit the club and bring a hundred out”
b*tch a hundred out
b*tch a hundred out
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
Bring them gunners out, BLAOW
Bring them gunners out
b*tch money ain’t a problem

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Shawty, bust it open, bend it over, how ya feel?
First they hit me up and then I got up, made a mil’
And my dogs don’t swap it if that package ain’t sealed
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them Beats, but my dog slangin’ pills
The Pepsi and the Cola, crocs and the cobra
Artist and promoter, pull the Phantom and the boat up
Like haan

[Verse 3: Puff Daddy]
Mr. Chow’s when we chow down
Bumping B.I.G. on the G5, Soundcloud
Lookie here, baby, lookie here
Money over everything, that’s just how it is
Champagne everything, caviar tears
Don’t be ‘fraid of this money, baby, that’s just how it is

[Hook: Puff Daddy + French Montana]
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
Money ain’t a problem
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
I got cash, if you a bad b*tch, f*ck with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad b*tch in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shinin’!
220 on the dash, but she drivin’ me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
b*tch, you know you gon’ ride to the top if you ride with me

[Verse 4: Rowdy Rebel]
I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’, baby
n*gga I was home sleep, that’s my alibi
So I don’t even know who let the hammer fly
I just know if it’s problems, prolly down to ride
So keep ’em occupied, I slick ’em while your pocket’s dry
When you sigh your deal, they wanna know, boy
Tell ’em that I’m GS9, Coke Boy
And tell ’em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My n*gga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain’t a problem
We drop a bag on ’em, top dollars
And for a Cuban link collar
My lil’ n*gga Monte go and pop yah
I got shooters where you lack, I got Brooklyn on my back
I got hitters out of town, I’ll send ’em where you at
For a Rollie or a stack, they’ll fly him off his neck
BLAT!

[Hook: Puff Daddy + French Montana]
Money ain’t a problem
I got cash, if you a bad b*tch, f*ck with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad b*tch in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shinin’!
220 on the dash, but she drivin’ me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
b*tch, you know you gon’ ride to the top if you ride with me
Yo we spendin’ money and we dancin’
Let’s dance, come on
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
Money ain’t a problem
b*tch, money ain’t a problem

[Verse 5: Chinx]
Forty auti’ loaded, countin’ paper, duckin’ 12
Run up on you, blow it, that ain’t nothin’, I got bail
A n*gga came up out that bottom, yeah I’m talkin’ ’bout that sewer
Went and hit a lick and then I dropped that on the jeweler
Bendin’ corners in that 12 and sippin’ brown until I hurl up
Model b*tches on me down to suck me ’til I curl up
pus*y n*gga how you feel? Money on your head
I break that hundred dollar bill
Stunt right behind your will

[Hook: Puff Daddy + French Montana]
I got cash, if you a bad b*tch, f*ck with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad b*tch in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shinin’!
220 on the dash, but she drivin’ me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
b*tch, you know you gon’ ride to the top if you ride with me
Let’s get this money
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
b*tch, money ain’t a problem
Money ain’t a problem
b*tch, money ain’t a problem

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
I ain’t got no problems over here, baby
You be blowin’ over here, baby
Can’t take it with us, you know?
We gon’ make the most money
And give the most money away
You feel me?
It’s Bad Boy
Puff Daddy, b*tch