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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
But 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?
Now, 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 mе
That shit's gangster to me

The streets don't lovе me
And these hoes don't love me
If I post fuckery, will my bros judge me?
Will they rate me if I turn a ghost duppy? (Dead)
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 cheques

I need (more money)
We just fuck up the streets, they've 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 off fiends
I need (more money)

We don't know comfy, my soul's hungry
Couple mil' in the account, so I can show mumzy
And every story's both sided like my old pumpy (both)
I'm a serious trapper, I'm so grumpy
I get the phone jumpy
He ain't tryna go country, fuck it, you 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 getting money in a couple of ways
I ain't got too many friends 'cah
Most of my mates are all stuck in the cage (free the guys)
Or stuck in their ways, or we stuck in our weight

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 the 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've 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 off fiends
I need (more money)

I used to push rock, like Rocky, I'm a champ' (champ' shit)
She wanna 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 (bow)

And you ain't ever seen no shit in a 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've got property plans
Free my dargs, that's robbery gang
I love rubbery bands

I need (more money)
We just fuck up the streets, they've 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 came up off fiends
I need (more money)

I need
I want
I got