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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 detail 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 mе That shit's gangster to me The streets don't lovе 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 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 come 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, you 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 rock, like Rocky, I'm a champ' (champ' shit) She wanna rock with the gang And do the popular dance I'm tryna pop me a champs And pop tags, I never popped me a xan I couldn't ever be pop I'm tryna' 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 Manc' 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