More Money - Meekz

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 details, 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 m, that shit’s gangster to me

The streets don’t lov 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 are out 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 came 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, 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 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, roll like Rocky, I’m a champ' (Champ' shit)

Tuna rock with the gang, and do the popular dance

I’m tryna pop me a champs

I pop tags, I never popped me a xan

I couldn’t ever be pop, I tried 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 man-k

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