Sum More (feat. Lil Yachty)

Cook that shit up, Quay 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 nigga with me got a body Bad mamacita call me papi Back to back Lambs and the 'Raris Only thing I wear is red bottoms Free my nigga Long, the feds got him Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles Crack a nigga head with a bottle Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar Made these bitches rake up every dollar She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow Had to switch it up, I'm on the road now I'm a stand-up guy, I ain't gon' lay down Seventeen-five on my feet Blowin' money like I hang with Meech Louis V mixed with Supreme Hop out in Givenchy, oh, he clean Gran Coupe, 2018 Try me, it's gon' be a murder scene Everything I say a nigga 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 Twan with me 'case they play me Goons at they door 'til they pay me Baby-blue, brand-new Mercedes Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti Nigga never made the honor roll But the nigga made the Forbes List Hundred thousand on my left wrist Orange stones in a nigga mouth When the sun hit it look like Sunkist Big pendant 'round a nigga neck Talkin' same size as a starfish And a nigga know killers, got killers Nigga same kind as Scarface And a nigga ball like Hardaway And a nigga ball like Barkley And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge I meant morgue, I don't shop at the stores I don't fuck with these lame-ass, sorry-ass 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