Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Want More , by - OG Maco. Release date: 06.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Want More |
| Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more |
| Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more |
| Give em self till there’s nothin' left, now they want more |
| Seen rich but I need wealth, now I want more |
| Choppin, choppin, it’s like Vietnam, smokin' Napalm |
| Livin' days, I ain’t slept in days, hit the the fourth one |
| Everybody think their waterproof till the storm come |
| Make it rain, hundred dolla' bills a hundred round drums |
| Pull the rage and I’m out the cage, when I’m on the stage |
| You can see the savage, pocket watchin' just like field hands |
| Fuckin' peon tryna count the cabbage |
| Fuck you talkin' for if I ain’t ask it? |
| Arky smilin' but bitch I ain’t laughin' |
| Let you call me on my bank root |
| All them commas, that’s a real hoop |
| Still thinkin' bout the black coupe |
| It’s a P1, top see-through |
| If I ain’t top five it’s 'cause I’m top two |
| You prolly thought it was a year or two |
| Bitch you guessed it, now they want more |
| Competition, fuck the competition |
| Never slippin', I’m like golf soles |
| Hole-in-one but that’s on every song |
| Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more |
| Through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more |
| Give em self till there’s nothin' left, now they want more |
| Seen rich but I need wealth, now I want more |
| I got a feelin' but theres nothing in |
| All this profit gotta be a sin |
| Euros too, stack a million yen |
| I don’t trust bitches with a million friends |
| She just watchin' homie, she just plottin' on me |
| Feelin' tensions, why you actin' different? |
| Poppin' bottles, just a young nigga |
| Nineteen order 20 Hens |
| Had to give the money to my man |
| Told 'em then 'bout the masterplan |
| Just the otha day he understand |
| We’ll kill em with the truth |
| Broad day no mask on |
| A young 'n scary children of the corn |
| Bunch of niggas raised with winter storm |
| Pimpin pimpin sippin sippin neva cookin cookies |
| Got yo feelins trippin listen listen |
| There’s no pencil |
| Drew it up without a stencil |
| In the pistol with the read option |
| Couple scrambles, now I’m outta pocket |
| Heroin and music, watch it rock me |
| I’m a star like my new Givenchy, on that topic where is Erykah |
| Tell Badu I wanna touch her, just confessin', I ain’t Usher |
| Teachin' lessons, no professor, bobble ratchet on my dresser |
| How you gon' do it? |
| Say you want more! |
| How ya gon' prove it? |
| Workin' workin' Im in overtime |
| Clockin' in, nigga, grab a scale |
| Be a starter how you run the pie |
| Put in work on your birthday |
| Gave em hustle, struggle pain from me, now they want more |
| Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more |
| Give 'em self till there’s nothin' left, now they want more |
| Seen rich but I need wealth, now I want more |