Sum More

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and straight to the club

Now she dancing on the pole

But that ain't enough she want some more

She want some more and some more

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and straight to the club

Now she dancing on the pole

But that ain't enough she want some more

She want some more and some more

Redhead with me like I'm Yachty

Every ni**a with me got a body

Bad mamacita call me papi

Back to back Lams and the Raris

Only thing I wear is red bottoms

Free my ni**a Long the feds got him

Standing on the sofa popping bottles

Crack a ni**a head with a bottle

Sipping lean tryna ease my problems

Run up on a gang of niggas shot em

Gucci glasses snakes on my collar

Made these b**ches rake up every dollar

She said she go catch it she go swallow

Had to switch it up I'm on the road now

I'm a stand up guy I ain't go lay down

Seventeen five on my feet

Blowing money like I hang with meech

Louis v mixed with supreme

Hop out in Givenchy oh it's clean

Gran coupe 2018

Try me it's go be a murder scene

Everything I say a ni**a mean

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and straight to the club

Now she dancing on the pole

But that ain't enough she want some more

She want some more and some more

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and straight to the club

Now she dancing on the pole

But that ain't enough she want some more

She want some more and some more

Got four pockets full like I'm baby

Keep Twaun with me case they play me

Goons at they door 'til they pay me

Baby blue brand new Mercedes

Six chocolate b**ches came from Haiti

Ni**a never made the honor roll

But the ni**a made the Forbes List

Hundred thousand on my left wrist

Orange stones in a ni**a mouth

When the sun hit it look like Sunkist

Big pendant 'round a ni**a neck

Talking same size as a starfish

And a ni**a know killers got killers

Ni**a same kind as Scarface

And a ni**a ball like Hardaway

And a ni**a ball like Barkley

And I put that on my soul I got pictures up in vogue

I got b**ches always killing sh*t they always at the moge

I meant morgue I don't shop at the stores

I don't f**k with these lame a** sorry a** whores on god

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and straight to the club

Now she dancing on the pole

But that ain't enough she want some more

She want some more and some more

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and straight to the club

Now she dancing on the pole

But that ain't enough she want some more

She want some more and some more

I want s o m e more

I want s o m e more

I want s o m e more yeah