Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Need More, artist - Joyner Lucas. Album song 508-507-2209, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
I Need More |
| I need more hoes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more clothes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more dough, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more blow, wha, wha, wha, whoo, whoo |
| I need more hoes, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more clothes, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more dough, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more blow, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah |
| I need more hoes, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more clothes, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more dough, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more blow, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah |
| You got some scary intentions |
| Your brain is clouded with too many possessions |
| You think you rich but you depressing yourself |
| It’s just so pathetic and materialistic |
| And all you do is flash your money and fortune |
| You ride around in that Ferrari and Porsches |
| And all you talk about is Bugatti and foreigns |
| You walk around like you somebody important |
| You surrounded by leaches and beggars |
| And none of them niggas wanna see you do better |
| I bet they plotting, wanna see what you got |
| Cause you brag a lot and make it seem like they jealous |
| So what the fuck you even see in the mirror? |
| Your future couldn’t really be any clearer |
| And when it rains, you gon' need an umbrella |
| But you don’t listen, you don’t see it or hear it |
| And all you ever say is… |
| I need more hoes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more clothes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more dough, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more blow, wha, wha, wha, whoo, whoo |
| I need more hoes, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more clothes, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more dough, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more blow, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah |
| I think you really aggressive |
| Your brain is clouded with too many possessions |
| You think you rich but you depressing yourself |
| It’s just so pathetic and materialistic |
| I really think that all them drugs got you tripping |
| Your brain is ruined and your logic is different |
| I know that syrup got your body in shivers |
| If I was you, I’d get that out of my system |
| And I think that you bugging and stuff |
| You just shit on everyone who’s stuck in a rut |
| Always flash your money out in public and stunt |
| And we all just look at you in fucking disgust |
| Maybe you’re just insecure with no luck |
| And deep down you’re a dub without nothing to love |
| And I wonder if you’ll ever realize what’s up |
| And be humble and just say enough is enough |
| But for now you just wanna say |
| I need more hoes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more clothes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more dough, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more blow, wha, wha, wha, whoo, whoo |
| I need more hoes, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more clothes, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more dough, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more blow, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah |
| I need more hoes, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more clothes, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more dough, wha, wha, wha, wha, yeah |
| I need more blow, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah |
| Yeah, I must be really possessive |
| My brain is clouded with too many possessions |
| I think I’m rich but I’m depressed and I’m selfish |
| I’m so pathetic and materialistic |
| Like how the fuck I let the money do this |
| Man I swear to God that I would never be tripping |
| I promised that I would have respect and be different |
| But now I make it rain on plenty of strippers |
| I’m surrounded by leeches and beggars |
| And none them niggas wanna see me do better |
| I bet they plottin', want to take what I got |
| Cause I brag a lot and make it seem like they jealous |
| And I never had nothing |
| I just wanna live like them rappers on TV forever |
| But what have I become? |
| Maybe I’m one of them |
| Maybe I just don’t know any better |
| And now what I’m sayin' is |
| I need more hoes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more clothes, more, more, more, more, yeah |
| I need more dough, yup, yup, yup, yup, yeah |
| I need more blow, wha, wha, wha |
| Yo what’s up? |
| This is Joyner |
| I’m unable to take your call right now |
| Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you, peace |
| Hello, yo, nigga you fuckin' serious? |
| Are you fuckin' serious? |
| Yo, I swear to God |
| Yo, I knew I should have never fuck with you |
| You’re fucking dirty, you’re dirty and you’re fuckin', yo |
| You’re gonna be dead nigga, yo are you serious? |
| You gave me fuckin' Chlamydia? |
| Chlamydia?! |
| Yo, nigga, I swear to God, wait 'til my brother comes home |
| Yo, Dom is gon' fuck yo shit up |