More

I call up ya hoe
She giving me throat
But I gotta go
Yea I need some more
It's straight off the boat
Just came from the coast
You already know
That I need some more
I need some more
Yea I need some more
I hit her like woah
She digging my flow
Bring it straight to the door
Do this shit like a pro
Cause I need some more
I need some more

I need some more
You need some more
They need some more
Label the goat
The family on go
Yea them my bros
Can't love a bitch
Can't take a tramp
Can't trust a hoe
QT Tha Label got cash on the table
You already know
Straight to top
Cause I'm destined to get it
No cap in my rap
Never rap with a fitted
Used to cloud up my thoughts
I was smoking that midget
Enlighten yourself
Take a look at the villain
A look at the champ
So you best don't forget it
And I got the medal the prove all winnings
These niggas be lame
And they bitches be wit it
But fuck it she bought all my tickets
Excalibur blade on my back
Better duck when I come attack
Smoking pressure that help us relax
In fact
Honestly that is a fact
Aye
Giving em hell lord forgive for the sinning
You know in my heart imma spit how I feel it
Start with a M
Tryna make him a million
Need me some more
Swear that's all I been feeling
I need some more
You need some more
They need some more
Label the goat
The family on go
Yea them my bros
Can't love a bitch
Can't take a tramp
Can't trust a hoe
QT Tha Label got cash on the table
You already know

I call up ya hoe
She giving me throat
But I gotta go
Yea I need some more
It's straight off the boat
Just came from the coast
You already know
That I need some more
I need some more
Yea I need some more
I hit her like woah
She digging my flow
Bring it straight to the door
Do this shit like a pro
Cause I need some more
I need some more

I need some more
Won't you give me that
Once you come to this side
Ain't no going back
Molly weed perky
Know that's the starter pack
She gone fuck with the boy
Cause I'm all of that
Very dope
Yep
Come to close
Catch contact
And I'm bout that life
That's a fun fact
Goin all around the world
No almanac
So much on my shoulders
I think they bout to break
Every step I take
Feel the Earth about to shake
You'll think I'm married to the game
When I'm about to cut the cake
Just a lil more money
She'll give your pussy away
Kick in ya door
Face on the floor
I need some more
I need the bag
I need the Os
That boy a hoe
I might park that lil car
Then I'm back on the road
And I'm smoking opp pack
Bout to put em in a bowl



Credits
Writer(s): Quenton Harper
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