[Intro]

More money, more problems

(Turn me up all the way)

More money, more problems

(Turn it up all the way)

More money, more problems, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

More money, more problems

Christopher Wallace, they'll kick in my door

Stick to the facts, look at my plaques

Now there be levels, so stick to the score

Speaking of levels, my girl be the devil

And she wants to smoke on the sixtieth floor

She want it rough, she wanna fuck

Man on the phone, she's missing the call, missing the call

I said, "What, mate?

Brother, how you on the rocks and you not straight?"

How you on the top? You're not, your shit drop

When it flop, can't stick 'em

See through like Scotch tape

Brother got the ganja fumes, I passed ya, dude

Ya bars are stupid like hot flame

Drop like a Asian barbecue

My party room has got chopsticks and a hot plate

MH17, you're a lost case

Yeah, I'm better with the steeze, you ain't got game

But you're honest to promise I'm gettin' on it

Gettin' stoned like Onyx, throw rotten like Dot name

(Oi, cunt) You ain't got Gucci

(Oi, cunt) You ain't got groupies

And you can't even weigh up a gram

Is it double-oh seven like a James Bond movie?

You can't spit like Dons, hit Rick like Ross, I'm a big time boss

Get the paper, sniff the white, I'm like Dana

Midnight thot on a midnight drop

Yeah, what? Brudda, what? Wanna get my spot?

Brudda, fuck it, I won it, so you can piss right off

Brudda, fuck it, I run it, so get your money for nothing

You wanna act real hard, but your inside soft

You get smoked like weed in the house

You're a rat like 6ix9ine was

Your girl get good D on the couch

'Cause she love all the big nice prof–

Kick back when you see me around

Big stacks and my big, nice watch

I get money without leaving my house

I guess I call that a inside job

Brudda, I'm a star like Ringo

Ting go da-da-da-da, that's lingo

Blaze on the herb, you heard the spliff burns

So I might steal your baby girls, I'm like dingoes

She go spend your last, so I'm gringo

She's gonna bend it back, it's like limbo

She's gonna bend it back, bend it back

Yeah, she gonna bend it back, rah

Brother, I'm in and out your lane

I could headbutt a brother like Zinedine Zidane

I get head rush, brother, I'm in a house of pain

Get a headfuck, brother, I lift back your frame, like

Family first, heart is still broken, my heart be in pain

Fuck this emotion, I don't feel emotion

I don't show emotion, I laugh in your face

Fuck all my friends, fuck their revenge

I know that karma could come in a day

Down for the streets, but why would I beef

When the shit I release hit the chart in a day?

Money get made, I rock Louis like Suarez

Brother get the robbin' like Arjen

Rock with a ounce, gee, strike, emcee's Lewandowski

Brother get up and gone in a half-sec

Well, I'm gonna half-step, yeah, the hard flow kill ya

On the defence, Thiago Silva

Rock them, Sydney to Tottenham

Brother got the pot up in the van of my Tarago, silver

Packed out van full of saddies, mayne

Your girl callin' me daddy, mayne

Back in the day, it was on RV

Like a Tottenham king, that's Harry Kane

Yeah, I do this, that's true shit

Little hunnies I'm fuckin', they all be too thick

Your girl's toothpick

My girl on a boat with a P and a O, cruise ship

You wanna do this? Want smoke? Pass the hookah

Been midfield like Luka

You know the bars are the bomb and the bars could nuke ya

So bang, brudda, bang, brudda, master shooter

Let me play, take leaves like Mark Viduka

Little bae got tits, thick hips, big bitch

In the back of my van doing Kama Sutra

When did this happen?

Now I got these hunnids and dope in my whip

Now I got thotties that speaking in Spanish

And she wanna fuck and then smoke on the spliff

Bottle for bottle, she callin' me daddy

And she wanna fuck while her throat's in my grip

And I count all my money I make off my rappin'

And cut some Columbian coke off the brick

We on some shit

[Chorus]

Brother, that's overdrive

I said, brother, yeah, brother, that's overdrive

And yeah, I own the mic, stoned the skill, you know the drill

Yeah, I ride for my bros for life

Because everybody talks online

Talk like you know me, bro, that's fine

You don't like me, I don't like you

I feel the same, but you cunts wanna speak my name

I said, okay, brother, that's overdrive

Yeah, brother, yeah, brother, that's overdrive

Yeah, brother, yeah, brother

Yeah, brother, yeah, brother

Yeah, brother, yeah, brother, that's overdrive, ugh, yeah

Now I'm going overkill, I said, ugh

Now I'm going overkill, I said, huh

Now I'm going overkill, I said, ugh, ugh