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Description
Harmonica: Stevie Wonder
Featured Vocals: Stevie Wonder
Banjo: Keith Urban
Assistant Vocal Recording Engineer: Adam Narreau
Unknown: Charlie Puth
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Engineer: Christian F Perez
Recorded By: Femi Jiya
Additional Vocal Recording Engineer: Francisco "Frankie" Ramirez
Executive Producer: Frank Harris
Recorded By: JP Negrete
Lead Vocals: Jason Derulo
Executive Producer: Jason Desrouleaux
Unknown: Jason Desrouleaux
Additional Engineer: Joe Baldridge
Mixing Engineer: John Hanes
Featured Vocals: Keith Urban
Mixing Engineer: Serban Ghenea
Additional Vocals: Stevie Wonder
Writer: Charlie Puth
Writer: David Brook
Writer: Jason Desrouleaux
Lyrics and translation
Original
More money, more, more money
More money, more problem, babe
If I was flipping burgers on the night shift would you choose me?
Would you let me take you home if I drove a hooptie?
'Cause every time I see you, I'll be screaming, "Hallelujah"
But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya
I'm still gonna get stoned
So you could go ahead and break your
Bones
'Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
And all my people say
And all my people say
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
You just want one thing
My love ain't enough
I was so busy tryna make this shit last
That I didn't notice she was kissing my
Cash
'Cause every time I see you, I'll be screaming, "Hallelujah"
But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya
I'm still gonna get stoned
So you could go ahead and break your
Bones
'Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
And all my people say
And all my people say
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
Whatcha gonna do when you're out of
Favors?
Are you gonna chase this paper?
Whatcha gonna do when the good Lord age ya?
Are you gonna chase this paper?
'Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
More money, more, more money
More money, more problem, babe
More money, more, more money
More money, more problem
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
English translation
More money, more, more money
More money, more problem, babe
If I was flipping burgers on the night shift would you choose me?
Would you let me take you home if I drove a hooptie?
'Cause every time I see you, I'll be screaming, "Hallelujah"
But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya
I'm still gonna get stoned
So you could go ahead and break your
Bones
'Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
And all my people say
And all my people say
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
You just want one thing
My love ain't enough
I was so busy tryna make this shit last
That I didn't notice she was kissing my
Cash
'Cause every time I see you, I'll be screaming, "Hallelujah"
But you're all about the Benjamins, I see right through ya
I'm still gonna get stoned
So you could go ahead and break your
Bones
'Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
And all my people say
And all my people say
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
Whatcha gonna do when you're out of
Favors?
Are you gonna chase this paper?
Whatcha gonna do when the good Lord age ya?
Are you gonna chase this paper?
'Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke
More money, more, more money
More money, more problem, babe
More money, more, more money
More money, more problem
More money, more problems, so I'd rather be broke