Need More
We just playin' with him on this one, yeah
Yeah, n***a, I need more, yeah
N***a, I need more, if we talkin' bout that
If we talkin' bout that money, yeah, n***a, I need more
Yeah, we really from the bottom, we was sleepin' on that floor
So when I'm sippin' on this bottle, 1942 is what I pour
I say more money, more problems, but, n***a, I need more
Tuck and Stewie, he gon' solve them, he be with me in that Porsche
I hope the judge don't throw my ass in jail, just tryna stay the course
When I was locked up, none of them n****s screamin' free, me and them n****s horse, ayy
Yeah, I swear to God, you n****s horse
Brody just copped him a new whip, and you know that that bitch foreign
Look like a spaceship in that ho, he finna butterfly the doors
My other dog just copped a Tesla, had to pull up Champagne Porn
My fucks be hangin' on their dog, watch your homies stay on point
I give all my dogs they flowers, I just feel that shit important
Shout out all my day one n****s that still fuck around and listen
If you ain't, I can't lie, it's forever, fuck them n****s
On the road to riches, tryna go the distance, but I know n****s bitches
So them n****s, I ain't never leave finna get it
I just fuck that bitch so good, she ain't even finna fidget
Make her cum four times, hmm, that's four when n****s
Told her to look me in my eyes, and she told me I'm the realest
So what the deal is, gettin' to this paper, ain't got no time for feelin
Smokin' gas, this ain't no vapor, n****s really ain't got no ceilin
Stupid n****s could've stayed down, would've brought the bread back to the village
Stupid n****s could've stayed down, brought the bread back to the
Aye, yeah, n***a, I need more
Yeah, we talkin' bout money, yeah, n***a, I need more
Yeah, we really from the bottom, we was sleepin' on that floor
So when I'm sippin' on this bottle, 1942's what I pour
Aye, n***a, I need more
Had $20,000, had to drop a bomb, my lord
I'm makin' it look proper when I'm walkin' up in court
Bad habit formin', so this lean is what I pour
Lookin' in my driveway and all you see is foreigns
Sittin' thinkin' to myself, damn, I need some more
Ice up on my dog and it's lookin' like a storm
Ice up on my dog and it's lookin' like a
Aye, damn, I need some more
Walk into my room and there's 20 on the floor
Valencia tiptoeing on Versace marble floors
Ridin' in the Rover, remember trappin' out the floor
Aye
Thanks for watching
Yeah, n***a, I need more, yeah
N***a, I need more, if we talkin' bout that
If we talkin' bout that money, yeah, n***a, I need more
Yeah, we really from the bottom, we was sleepin' on that floor
So when I'm sippin' on this bottle, 1942 is what I pour
I say more money, more problems, but, n***a, I need more
Tuck and Stewie, he gon' solve them, he be with me in that Porsche
I hope the judge don't throw my ass in jail, just tryna stay the course
When I was locked up, none of them n****s screamin' free, me and them n****s horse, ayy
Yeah, I swear to God, you n****s horse
Brody just copped him a new whip, and you know that that bitch foreign
Look like a spaceship in that ho, he finna butterfly the doors
My other dog just copped a Tesla, had to pull up Champagne Porn
My fucks be hangin' on their dog, watch your homies stay on point
I give all my dogs they flowers, I just feel that shit important
Shout out all my day one n****s that still fuck around and listen
If you ain't, I can't lie, it's forever, fuck them n****s
On the road to riches, tryna go the distance, but I know n****s bitches
So them n****s, I ain't never leave finna get it
I just fuck that bitch so good, she ain't even finna fidget
Make her cum four times, hmm, that's four when n****s
Told her to look me in my eyes, and she told me I'm the realest
So what the deal is, gettin' to this paper, ain't got no time for feelin
Smokin' gas, this ain't no vapor, n****s really ain't got no ceilin
Stupid n****s could've stayed down, would've brought the bread back to the village
Stupid n****s could've stayed down, brought the bread back to the
Aye, yeah, n***a, I need more
Yeah, we talkin' bout money, yeah, n***a, I need more
Yeah, we really from the bottom, we was sleepin' on that floor
So when I'm sippin' on this bottle, 1942's what I pour
Aye, n***a, I need more
Had $20,000, had to drop a bomb, my lord
I'm makin' it look proper when I'm walkin' up in court
Bad habit formin', so this lean is what I pour
Lookin' in my driveway and all you see is foreigns
Sittin' thinkin' to myself, damn, I need some more
Ice up on my dog and it's lookin' like a storm
Ice up on my dog and it's lookin' like a
Aye, damn, I need some more
Walk into my room and there's 20 on the floor
Valencia tiptoeing on Versace marble floors
Ridin' in the Rover, remember trappin' out the floor
Aye
Thanks for watching
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