NEED MORE
Too high hit my vision, I can't see more
I been gettin' way too high, no I can't think more
Yeah I roll with PE, no C4
Now I had to dodge your bitch I took a detour
I been tweakin' off the drugs, I think I need more
I been countin' all this money bitch I need more
Bitch I sound so sick, I think I caught a fever
I lean on every sip, it's fuckin' with my femur
She tearin' down my heart, you know I'm finna leave her
She fuckin' with my mind, you know I'm 'boutta leave her
Don't waste my fuckin' time, no I ain't doing features
Pretty fuckin' soon you gon' hear Morey on your speaker
I be thinkin' 'bout the times that I need her
I been fucked up off the drugs, I gotta think first
I been stackin' all this money, I ain't thinkin' 'bout us
I been gettin' to the bag, bitch why you trippin' 'bout us?
All I do is count up, damn
Morey tryna stack his money I ain't tryna fall in love
Now I feel just like I'm Phreshboy, brought a bad bitch to the front
I been feelin' down bad, I been in the dumps
I could
I could ruin everything, I don't give a fuck
I been tweakin' off of anything, I been off the drugs
I know that bitch want a weeding ring, she think I'ma cuff
If you see me in the crib I'm so gone
So high I gotta hurry, Maddy waitin' on a song
Pray to god the drugs gon' cure me, that's the only thing I'm on
Smokin' good gas my vision blurry, AP got me going strong
I been gettin' way too high, no I can't think more
Yeah I roll with PE, no C4
Now I had to dodge your bitch I took a detour
I been tweakin' off the drugs, I think I need more
I been countin' all this money bitch I need more
Bitch I sound so sick, I think I caught a fever
I lean on every sip, it's fuckin' with my femur
She tearin' down my heart, you know I'm finna leave her
She fuckin' with my mind, you know I'm 'boutta leave her
Don't waste my fuckin' time, no I ain't doing features
Pretty fuckin' soon you gon' hear Morey on your speaker
I be thinkin' 'bout the times that I need her
I been fucked up off the drugs, I gotta think first
I been stackin' all this money, I ain't thinkin' 'bout us
I been gettin' to the bag, bitch why you trippin' 'bout us?
All I do is count up, damn
Morey tryna stack his money I ain't tryna fall in love
Now I feel just like I'm Phreshboy, brought a bad bitch to the front
I been feelin' down bad, I been in the dumps
I could
I could ruin everything, I don't give a fuck
I been tweakin' off of anything, I been off the drugs
I know that bitch want a weeding ring, she think I'ma cuff
If you see me in the crib I'm so gone
So high I gotta hurry, Maddy waitin' on a song
Pray to god the drugs gon' cure me, that's the only thing I'm on
Smokin' good gas my vision blurry, AP got me going strong
Credits
Writer(s): Morey Onat
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.