Lyrics
I need more
I need more
I need more
I need more
Yea yea
I just wonna ball bitch we comin for that dough
I cant get no sleep yea they blowin up my phone
Plug all on the way he bouta bring another load
Heart so cold it froze
Better keep yo pole
I can tell yo money slow
Got so tired of bein po'
I need more
Yea got a lil money I need more
I need more
I need more
I need more
Yea I got so tierd of bein po'
Yea I got so tierd of sleepin on the floor
I need more
I need more
I need more
Ey run in yo trap mask on like who that
A B C I'm all bout cash but I thought you knew that
See if beef I shoot that ones gon beat you blue black
And if you wonna play wit guns I just bought a new starp
Now who want it fuck wit me
Hottest flow in the city
Fuck how it go I'm on the road I'm switchn lanes in the hemi
I'm gettin packs off wit my dawg we opened up shop
Beat my case 50 years and I'll be dammed if I stop
I grind hard
Thats why these bitches love me
I walk it like I talk it no facade I'm really thuggin
All in public wit the shit dawg I dont do no cappin
Know you cant hand wit gang if you aint about that action
Dinero out the souf cakalak I came up scrappin
It's money over bitches I love digits mathamatics
Fuck it let these n**** have it
I just wonna ball bitch we comin for that dough
I cant get no sleep yea they blowin up my phone
Plug all on the way he bouta bring another load
Heart so cold it froze
Better keep yo pole
I can tell yo money slow
Got so tired of bein po'
I need more
Yea got a lil money I need more
I need more
I need more
I need more
Yea I got so tierd of bein po'
Yea I got so tierd of sleepin on the floor
I need more
I need more
I need more
More money more checks
Try to try me you get checked
Like nike I just do it
In this lingo I'm fluent
A felon thats been through it
Go ahead and load me a tec
Got me some n**** to press
Barrel is burnin they chest
And they cant get out
Cause you in my game now
Get down or get laid down
You done brought the demon in this hell house
Tell them haters hop off my dick
Fake love make me sick
Bitch I'm from that water dont slip on the drip
Talkin bout them packs I make em flip
I dont fuck wit them dont shake my hand
Unless you my mans
Started wit them grams
Now I'm fuckin up the weight
Fillin up my safe
I got more to make
Bitch we droppin soon
Mr black mask make you clear the room
Nothin went right so I went left
Gotta get it off my chest
Pull up leave yo block a mess
I just wonna ball bitch we comin for that dough
I cant get no sleep yea they blowin up my phone
Plug all on the way he bouta bring another load
Heart so cold it froze
Better keep yo pole
I can tell yo money slow
Got so tired of bein po'
I need more
Yea got a lil money I need more
I need more
I need more
I need more
Yea I got so tierd of bein po'
Yea I got so tierd of sleepin on the floor
I need more
I need more
I need more
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