Sum More
 作词 : Dominique Jones/Miles McCollum
 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Miles McCollum
Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
I went and got me some dough
But that ain't enough I want some more
I want some more and some more
Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
Now she dancing on the pole
But that ain't enough she want some more
She want some more and some more
Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
I went and got me some dough
But that ain't enough I want some more
I want some more and some more
Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
Now she dancing on the pole
But that ain't enough she want some more
She want some more and some more
Redhead with me like I'm Yachty
Every ***** with me got a body
Bad mamacita call me papi
Back to back Lams and the Raris
Only thing I wear is red bottoms
Free my ***** Long the feds got him
Standing on the sofa popping bottles
Crack a ***** head with a bottle
Sipping lean tryna ease my problems
Run up on a gang of ****** shot em
Gucci glasses snakes on my collar
Made these *****es rake up every dollar
She said she go catch it she go swallow
Had to switch it up I'm on the road now
I'm a stand up guy I ain't go lay down
Seventeen five on my feet
Blowing money like I hang with meech
Louis v mixed with supreme
Hop out in Givenchy oh it's clean
Gran coupe 2018
Try me it's go be a murder scene
Everything I say a ***** mean
Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
I went and got me some dough
But that ain't enough I want some more
I want some more and some more
Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
Now she dancing on the pole
But that ain't enough she want some more
She want some more and some more
Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
I went and got me some dough
But that ain't enough I want some more
I want some more and some more
Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
Now she dancing on the pole
But that ain't enough she want some more
She want some more and some more
Got four pockets full like I'm baby
Keep Twaun with me case they play me
Goons at they door 'til they pay me
Baby blue brand new Mercedes
Six chocolate *****es came from Haiti
***** never made the honor roll
But the ***** made the Forbes List
Hundred thousand on my left wrist
Orange stones in a ***** mouth
When the sun hit it look like Sunkist
Big pendant 'round a ***** neck
Talking same size as a starfish
And a ***** know killers got killers
***** same kind as Scarface
And a ***** ball like Hardaway
And a ***** ball like Barkley
And I put that on my soul I got pictures up in vogue
I got *****es always killing **** they always at the moge
I meant morgue I don't shop at the stores
I don't **** with these lame ass sorry ass whores on god
Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
I went and got me some dough
But that ain't enough I want some more
I want some more and some more
Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
Now she dancing on the pole
But that ain't enough she want some more
She want some more and some more
Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
I went and got me some dough
But that ain't enough I want some more
I want some more and some more
Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
Now she dancing on the pole
But that ain't enough she want some more
She want some more and some more
I want S-O-M-E more
I want S-O-M-E more
I want S-O-M-E more, yeah