Want More

Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more

Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more

Give em somethin till there's nothin' left, now they want more

Seen rich but I need wealth, now I want more

Choppers, choppin, it’s like vietnam, smokin' napalm

Livin' days, I ain’t slept in days, it’s the the fourth one

Everybody think they’re waterproof till the storm come

Make it rain, 100 dolla bills, 100 round drums

Full of rage and I’m out the cage, when I’m on the stage

You can see the savage, pocket watchin' just like field hands

Fuckin pea, I’m tryna count the cabbage

Fuck you talkin' for if I ain’t askin?

Arky smilin' but bitch I ain’t laughin'

Unless you call me on my bank route

All them commas, that’s a real hoop

Still thinkin' bout the black coupe

It’s a p-1, top see-through

If I ain’t top five its cuz I'm top two

You prolly thought it was a year or two

Bitch, you guessed it, now they want more

Competition? Fuck the competition

Never slippin', I’m like golf soles

All in one, but that’s on every song

Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more

Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more

Give em somethin till there's nothin' left, now they want more

Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more

I got a feelin' but there’s nothing in

All this profit gotta be a sin

Euros too, stack a million yen

Ion’t trust bitches with a million friends

She just watchin homie, she just plottin on me

Feelin' tensions, why you actin' different?

Poppin' bottles, since a young nigga

Nineteen ordered 20 hens, had to get the money to my mans

Told em here bout the master-plan

Just the otha day he understand

We’ll kill em with the truth

Broad day, no mask on

The young and scary children of the corn

Bunch of niggas raised with women scorned

Pimpin pimpin sippin sippin neva cookin cookies

Got yo feelins trippin listen listen

There’s no pencil

Drew it up without a stencil

In the pistol with the read option

Couple scrambles, now I’m outta pocket

Hearin winner music, watch me rock it

I’m a star like my new givenchy, on that topic where is erykah

Tell badu I wanna touch her, just confessin', I ain’t usher

Teachin' lessons, no professor.

Bible, ratchet on my dresser

How you gon' do it? Say you want more!

How ya gon' prove it?

Workin' workin' I’m in overtime

Clockin' in, nigga, grab the scale

Be a starter how you run the pie

Put in work on your battlefield

Gave em hustle, struggle pain from me, now they want more

Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more

Give em somethin till there's nothin' left, now they want more

Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more