[Hook: J Spades]
Need more gyal cuh one gyal is never enough
Need more money cuh one stack is never enough
Need trap money cuh rap money is never enough
Two shots for me cuh one shot is never enough
[Verse 1: Sneakbo]
Ever go broke, I will jerk man
Tryna get bread with the whole gang
Need more gyal, need more gyal
Like open your mouth and blow man
Tight pum pum what I like to fuck
I've got gyal everywhere but it ain't enough
Say you get dough, don't lie to us
Tek a look at your bank and it weren't enough
I've got a hammer that will make man jump
Big ting kicking like bruh
Young Gs going up suh
Vaseline make him plug that grub
Send him up cunch, back to back, he's in the track
Man ah write bars, my bars are like crack
When I do shows, my shows are too mad
But the money ain't enough, I need some more racks
[Hook: J Spades]
Need more gyal cuh one gyal is never enough
Need more money cuh one stack is never enough
Need trap money cuh rap money is never enough
Two shots for me cuh one shot is never enough
[Verse 2: Mist]
"Smokey" and "Sickmade" was never enough
Link up with J Spades, we're stepping it up
Apnas and Karlas, we're mekking it buss
[?] we're chopping it up
Man get spun for your grub
Man ah get the yard man tumped
Bare snow sales in the pump
Y-yard and dump
Tek a trip, go along then (woo)
More money, more links keep coming to us
Tek a trip, go along then (woo)
We've got too much gyal but it's never enough
[Hook: J Spades]
Need more gyal cuh one gyal is never enough
Need more money cuh one stack is never enough
Need trap money cuh rap money is never enough
Two shots for me cuh one shot is never enough
[Verse 3: Frisco 22]
These bruddas, they're loving to hate
I couldn't care less, I'm just tryna get cake
You wanted some food? I could give you a plate
You wanted some beef? I could give you a steak
Me and them niggas, we ain't the same
You buy a Golf and I buy a Range
I stack my P and you buy some change
You want a bae and I just want brain
Niggas, they know that I get love on the roads
But I'm in love with the dough
They don't want my ting to blow
They don't want us doing shows
Them niggas be chatting like hoes
Nigga, stop chatting 'bout us
You need to go switch up your clothes
All chatting 'bout man
But when we buck them, they're all lows
Keep talking 'bout us
You best know to keep your ting close (bang)
[Hook: J Spades]
Need more gyal cuh one gyal is never enough
Need more money cuh one stack is never enough
Need trap money cuh rap money is never enough
Two shots for me cuh one shot is never enough
[Verse 4: M Dargg]
Bare man rap now
Got me here like "really though?"
Always talking 'bout they did a madman
Most man had their face in videos
None of them killed my friends
Friend gone, know everyting mad
Ramadan in the can, see an opp boy through the canteen
Jump through, break fast like cereal
Whoosh, send a man ghost
And don't let me turn vice pon dem
On the one twos, don't let me send 'em one too
That's three that'll squeeze pon dem
More gyal, I need more money
Got enough pagans, I'm telling fuckboys roll on me
And I don't trust nobody
Bare man talking drilling but they ain't caught nobody
[Hook: J Spades]
Need more gyal cuh one gyal is never enough
Need more money cuh one stack is never enough
Need trap money cuh rap money is never enough
Two shots for me cuh one shot is never enough
[Verse 5: Big Tobz]
Been good but I need more
I ain't hit a milli yet, what the fuck I'm going sleep for?
Fuck two, I need three four
Word to Kone, tryna eat McDonalds in a G4
I've got a gyal but I need yours
Pick her up in the coupe, I'mma fuck her in my three-door
Your ex think it's a game
Home visits make your ex box while he's playing P4
My young nigga in the trap
He don't draw gyal, he just leave holes, I don't mean bores
Get corn for your chat
Wanna act like a side dish? You can hold sweet corn
But I ain't into all of that
Man are just tryna rap, why you think I'm in the scene for?
Man are fire on the track, call Fireman Sam
When I leave, all you're gonna hear is nee-naw
[Hook: J Spades]
Need more gyal cuh one gyal is never enough
Need more money cuh one stack is never enough
Need trap money cuh rap money is never enough
Two shots for me cuh one shot is never enough
[Verse 6: J Spades]
Say that they come from the hood and the manor
How come they don't and the niggas that I know
That's touching keys but it's not a piano
Even though 'nuff of them locked in the slammer
Now the labels dem, they all on my back
Come off of my back, what you think, man a camel?
We see them rappers, then we switch the channel
Cuh dem man, they washed, give them a flannel
They want the beef? Load up the ammo
They want the hits? I've got the hammer
Giving them bangers and bangers and bangers
Dem book a table, we in Benihanas
Me and my niggas dem sit down and plan up
Before we haffi tie dem are blackened bananas
The man have the clips all long like banana
Make feds dem run up and say "yo, put your hand up"
Man hear a likkle man talking 'bout "Shut Up"
He don't wanna get his next show shot up
Cuh you know we have niggas all over
Summertime's mine so you know Storm's over, suh
[Hook: J Spades]
Need more gyal cuh one gyal is never enough
Need more money cuh one stack is never enough
Need trap money cuh rap money is never enough
Two shots for me cuh one shot is never enough
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