I Need More

I need more hoes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more clothes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more dough

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more blow

Wha, wha, wha, whoo, whoo

I need more hoes

Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw, yeah

I need more clothes

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more dough

Wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah

I need more blow

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

I need more hoes

Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw, yeah

I need more clothes

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more dough

Wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah

I need more blow

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

You got some scary intentions

Your brain is clouded with too many possessions

You think you rich but you depressing yourself

It's just so pathetic and materialistic

And all you do is flash your money and fortune

You ride around in that Ferrari and Porsches

And all you talk about is Bugatti and foreigns

You walk around like you somebody important

You surrounded by leaches and beggars

And none of them niggas wanna see you do better

I bet they plotting wanna see what you got

Cause you brag a lot and make it seem like they jealous

So what the fuck do you even see in the mirror

Your future couldn't really be any clearer

And when it rains you gon' need an umbrella

But don't listen, you don't see it or hear it

All you say is...

I need more hoes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more clothes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more dough

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more blow

Wha, wha, wha, whoo, whoo

I need more hoes

Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw, yeah

I need more clothes

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more dough

Wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah

I need more blow

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

I think you really aggressive

Your brain is clouded with too many possessions

You think you rich but you depressing yourself

It's just so pathetic and materialistic

I really think that all them drugs got you tripping

Your brain is ruined and your logic is different

I know that syrup got your body in shivers

If I was you, I'd get that out of my system

And I think that you bugging and stuff

You just shit on everyone who's stuck in a rut

Always flash your money out in public and stunt

And we all just look at you in fucking disgust

Maybe you're just insecure with no luck

And deep down you're a dub

Without nothing to love

And I wonder if you'll ever realize what's up

And be humble and just say enough is enough

But for now you just wanna say

I need more hoes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more clothes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more dough

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more blow

Wha, wha, wha, whoo, whoo

I need more hoes

Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw, yeah

I need more clothes

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more dough

Wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah

I need more blow

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

I need more hoes

Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw, yeah

I need more clothes

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more dough

Wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah

I need more blow

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

Yeah, I must be really possessive

My brain is clouded with too many possessions

I think I'm rich but I'm depressing and selfish

I'm so pathetic and materialistic

Like how the fuck I let the money do this

Man, I swear to God that I would never be tripping

I promised that I would have respect and be different

But now I make it rain on plenty of strippers

I'm surrounded by leeches and beggars

And none them niggas wanna see me do better

Bet they plottin' want to take what I got

Cause I brag a lot and make it seem like they jealous

And I never had nothing

I just wanna live like them rappers on TV forever

But what have I become

Maybe I'm one of them

Maybe I just don't know any better

And now what I'm sayin' is

I need more hoes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more clothes

More, more, more, more, yeah

I need more dough

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah

I need more blow

Wha, wha, wha

*Telephone Message*

Yo whats up, this is Joyner I'm unable to take your message right now

Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you

Peace

Hello

Yo, nigga you fuckin' serious?

Are you fuckin' serious?

Yo, I swear to God

Yo, I knew I should have never fuck with you

You're fucking dirty

You're dirty, and you're fuckin' yo

You're gonna be dead nigga

Yo are you serious you gave me fuckin' Chlamydia

Chlamydia?

Yo, nigga, I swear to God

Wait 'till my brother comes home

Yo, Dom is gonna fuck yo shit up