Need More

She a angel and she told me l'm her guardian

She Jamaican, but her batty look Somalian

She'd rather read, she ain't really into partyin'

It's cold outside, so I made her wear my cardigan

Always switching, so they wanna know what cars we in

Red seatbelts, now they wanna know how fast it is

My private life's way better than my public one

She thought her ex man was the shit and now she laughs at him

So much space up in my crib I feel the draft in it

And I don't care if I got rackers, I'm still bargainin'

She say my ice look like it's straight out of Antarctica

I told her, "From today, call me the Antarctican"

I'll be home later, she said "Be safe"

She ain't got a clue that the car I'm in got arms in it

She ain't got a clue that the people I'm with savages

You ain't gotta worry if it goes off now they're blastin' it

Baby girl, you don't seem sure

For the streets I had to detour

I'm really on a paper chase

I'm really outside 'cause I need more

Shit go up and down like a see-saw

Said I give her all my time but she needs more

In the trenches I'm safe, only thing I gotta watch out for is nee-naw

Shorty telling me to sleep more

But I can't becah my feet sore

A **** need more

She really loves to go on date nights

I told her, "Baby, don't worry, I'm gon' take you out to eat more"

I saw the feds and had to detour

I can't lie, shorty kept me off the streets more

She showing attitude, I press it like a keyboard

Now she ain't showing no attitude, I left that girl with deep thoughts

Made a bag the other day, but I need more

Made a hundred in my sleep, so I need three more

Got a platinum-selling record, but I need more

Got two top-20s, but I need more

Step to the business meet and build a rapport

You probably seen a lot of shit, I probably seen more

You was

You was here before me, how can you be poor?

I love it when she keep it natural, I don't see flaws

Them **** don't like me, but my shorty do

I was present, cuzzy showed them what the 40 do

She held me down in jail, phone sex every night

15 minutes left, like it was quarter to

Hop on any beat, I'ma kill it like I normally do

Put him in a Rizla and bill him like we normally do

I ain't got time to talk to you

I ain't in a talking mood

I'm just tryna get it 'cause I need more

Baby girl, you don't seem sure

For the streets I had to detour

I'm really on a paper chase

I'm really outside 'cause I need more

Shit go up and down like a see-saw

Said I give her all my time but she needs more

In the trenches I'm safe, only thing I gotta watch out for is nee-naw