Sum More (feat. Lil Yachty)

Cook that shit up, Quay

Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough, I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and skraight to the club

Now, she dancin' on the pole

But that ain't enough, she want some more

She want some more and some more

Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough, I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and skraight to the club

Now, she dancin' on the pole

But that ain't enough, she want some more

She want some more and some more

Redhead with me like I'm Yachty

Every **** with me gotta body

Bad mamcita call me papi

Back to back Lams and the 'Raris

Only thing I wear is red bottoms

Free my **** Long, the feds got him

Standing on the sofa, poppin' bottles

Crack a **** head with a bottle

Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems

Run up on a gang of ****, shot 'em

Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar

Made these bitches rake up every dollar

She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow

Had to switch it up, I'm on the road now

I'ma stand up guy, I ain't gon' lay down

Seventeen five on my feet

Blowin' money like I hang with Meech

Louis V mixed with Supreme

Hop out in Givenchy, oh, it clean

Gran Coupe, 2018

Try me, it's gon' be a murder scene

Everything I say, a **** mean

Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough, I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and skraight to the club

Now, she dancin' on the pole

But that ain't enough, she want some more

She want some more and some more

Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough, I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and skraight to the club

Now, she dancin' on the pole

But that ain't enough, she want some more

She want some more and some more

Got four pockets full like I'm Baby

Keep toyin' with me, case they play me (Yuh)

Goons at they door till they pay me (Yuh)

Baby-blue, brand new Mercedes (Skrrrt)

Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti (Whoa)

**** never made the honor roll (No)

But the **** made the Forbes List (Yah)

Hundred thousand on my left wrist (Damn)

Orange stones in a **** mouth

When the sun hit, it looks like Sunkist (Sweet)

Big pendant 'round a **** neck

Talkin' same size, that's a starfish (Oh, shit)

And a **** know killers got killers

**** same kind as Scarface (For real)

And a **** ball like Hardaway (For real)

And a **** ball like Barkley (Swish)

And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue

I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge

I meant morgue, I don't shop at the stores

I don't fuck with these lame-ass, sorry-ass whores, oh, my God

Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough, I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and skraight to the club

Now, she dancin' on the pole

But that ain't enough, she want some more

She want some more and some more

Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets

I went and got me some dough

But that ain't enough, I want some more

I want some more and some more

Jumped right out of class and skraight to the club

Now, she dancin' on the pole

But that ain't enough, she want some more

She want some more and some more

I want s-o-m-e more

I want s-o-m-e more

I want s-o-m-e more, yeah