Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Money, artist - Meekz. Date of issue: 17.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
More Money |
| 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 details, 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 m, that shit’s gangster to me |
| The streets don’t lov 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 are out 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 came 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, he 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, roll like Rocky, I’m a champ' (Champ' shit) |
| Tuna rock with the gang, and do the popular dance |
| I’m tryna pop me a champs |
| I pop tags, I never popped me a xan |
| I couldn’t ever be pop, I tried 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 man-k |
| 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 |