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, wha, wha, wha, wha, 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, wha, wha, wha, wha, 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 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

And all you ever 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, wha, wha, wha, wha, 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, wha, wha, wha, wha, 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, wha, wha, wha, wha, 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 depressed and I'm 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

I 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

Yo what's up? This is Joyner

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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 'til my brother comes home

Yo, Dom is gon' fuck yo shit up