More Money

More money More money More money More money Now my life's like a movie, show you hundreds of scenes (hundreds) Before my "Hood's Hottest" I was hundred degrees How am I still stressed out? All the numbers I seen My soul's still hungry indeed Cah I got things to achieve I got a job to complete And if the Devil's in the detail, what's God got for me? And they fuckin' with Meekz, but I gotta keep the hunger in me My G's a multi-millionaire and he's younger than me That ain't banter to me, that shit's gangster to me The streets (don't love me) And these hoes don't love me If I pose fuckery, would my bros judge me? Would they rate me if I turn a ghost duppy? (Dead off) But how can I kill what's already dead? Cah they ain't battlin' with me, they at war in their head I need all of the bread I'm legendary with my steps And my corner's the best I used to stash cash and forget Now my accountant collects all of my checks I need more money We just fuck up the streets, they got my shit on repeat I want more money The hood want me to eat, they screamin', "Bon appétit!" I got more money I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up on fiends I need more money We don't know comfy, my soul's hungry Couple mill' in the account so I can show mumsy And every story's both-sided like my old pumpy I'm a serious trapper, I'm so grumpy I get the phone jumpy He ain't tryna go country, fuck it, he can hold dough for me I just hate it when my bitch don't trust me If I was broke and I had no money Would you dance on the pole for me Burn my clothes, hide this pole for me? I'm so sorry I fell in love with the game First time that I done me a stain Thought that I was paid for a couple of days Then I started gettin' money in a couple of way I ain't got too many friends Cah most of my mates are all stuck in a cage (free them guys) All stuck in their ways But we stuck in our ways She fell in love with my neck I mean, in love with my chain I fell in love with her neck I mean, in love with her brain You know I come for the game I don't care about fame I need more money We just fuck up the streets, they got my shit on repeat I want more money The hood want me to eat, they screamin', "Bon appétit!" I got more money I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up on fiends I need more money I used to push rock, like Rocky I'm a champ Do the rock with the gang, and do the popular dance I'm tryna pop me a champs, and pop tags, I never popped me a Xan' I couldn't ever be pop, I'm tryna pop me a man (baow) And you ain't ever seen no shit in the tank I'm really robbin' a bank I'm just a horrible Manc' Changed the game, safe to say it's me they'll probably thank I'm pissed off I got poverty plans Free my dargs, that's robbery gang I love rubbery bands I need more money We just fuck up the streets, they got my shit on repeat I want more money The hood want me to eat, they screamin', "Bon appétit!" I got more money I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up on fiends I need more money I need more money I want I got