Top Songs By Internet Money
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Internet Money
Performer
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Martín Mendo
Songwriter
Tobias Dekker
Songwriter
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Lidisky
Mixing Engineer
Outtatown
Producer
Ken Carson
Producer
Starboy
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, she want some more of me, let's go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, can't go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
I can know everything that you know (You know)
You say you got packs, keep it on the low (Low)
She want some more of me, I know (She know)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
Yeah, ayy, she want some more of me, let's go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, can't go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
I can know everything that you know (You know)
You say you got packs, keep it on the low (Low)
She want some more of me, I know (She know)
She want some more of me (Yeah), let's go (Let's go)
[Verse 1]
She want some more of me, let's go
She want some more of me, I know
Say you got packs, keep it on the low, woah
I gave her a lot, said she want some more
I'm countin' these digits, can't be worried 'bout no ho
Just like ten to twelve, I hit 'em three in a row
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just fuck 'em and go (Tec)
[Verse 2]
Give a fuck 'bout the light pole, I still go
Bro said he he got it, we settin' up shop (Right now)
Fuckin' your bitch 'cause I heard she a thot (What?)
It's one, two, three, whole time I'm countin' opps (Bop)
He said that he like that, no, he not
While you flexin' for thots, now I know what you got
I got no respect for these ****, that's why
Just buyin' that shit off my 'Gram, you ain't fly (Bah)
[Verse 3]
I'm countin' opps, I'm countin' caskets
I turned nothin' to somethin', feel like I did magic
He tryna punch, he don't know I'm gon' blast it
He be trippin', I found out lil' boy was on acid
I ran up the check, I'm tryna cash it
I'm drivin' too fast, I hope I don't crash it
Don't worry 'bout that ho 'cause I already smashed it
And that bitch on her knees, I nutted on her glasses
These **** be movin' slower than molasses
[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, she want some more of me, let's go (Uh)
She want some more of me, can't go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
I can know everything that you know (You know)
You say you got packs, keep it on the low (Low)
She want some more of me, I know (She know)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
Yeah, ayy, she want some more of me, let's go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, can't go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
I can know everything that you know (You know)
You say you got packs, keep it on the low (Low)
She want some more of me, I know (She know)
She want some more of me (Yeah), let's go (Let's go)
[Verse 4]
I got that shirt on my body, it's A9
Your bitch, she hit me, she call me on FaceTime
When they know you, man, it's time that you hate life
**** get left, so you better stay right
I'm in this bitch and it's hot as fuck
I roll this gas and I'm high as fuck
You said it's up, ****, then it's stuck
I ain't knowin' these bitches, but they knowin' us
[Verse 5]
I'm in this bitch and I'm high as shit
I'm pourin' up Wock', you know it ain't Tris
These **** hate 'cause they ain't livin' like this
You strugglin' for rent, I spent it on Rick
She snortin' up white, it look just like grits
She wanted me for the night, I'm fuckin' your bitch
She takin' the pipe, she takin' the dick
She ride me like a bike, she tryna get fit (Let's go)
[Verse 6]
I know that I'm young, but I feel like OG (Let's go, let's go)
I feel like I'm Tecca, I did it again (I'm Tec, I'm Tec)
Wait, huh, oh shit, that's me
I came with the squad, you know we rollin' deep
Some ****, they followin' just like some sheep (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm speakin' my mind, they sayin' that I preach
They hop on the swag, **** tryna leech (Woah)
Say shit on the 'net, don't care what you believe (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I get what I want and I get what I need (Woah, go)
Ain't doin' no favors, I can't do a deed (Woah, go)
I throw on my hoodie like Assassin's Creed (Woah, go)
Get hit with that chop, then how you finna breathe? (Woah, go)
[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, she want some more of me, let's go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, can't go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
I can know everything that you know (You know)
You say you got packs, keep it on the low (Low)
She want some more of me, I know (She know)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
Yeah, ayy, she want some more of me, let's go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, can't go (She want some more)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
I can know everything that you know (You know)
You say you got packs, keep it on the low (Low)
She want some more of me, I know (She know)
She want some more of me, let's go (Let's go)
Written by: Anton Martín Mendo, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Kenyatta Frazier, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Tobias Dekker, Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe