Testo More - Yg Teck feat. Peezy
Testo della canzone More (Yg Teck feat. Peezy), tratta dall'album Champain
(808Jayy got that fye!)
I ain't running out of nothing, getting more and some more
At least a double digit tab when I go in the store
(I like to cash out)
Every city I been hustling like I'm going on tour (Blow it)
I put that shit on easy like I wore it before (Ha)
I'm a first class flyer catch me pouring a 4 (Shooo)
If you ain't tryn get rich then what you doing it for
I got a store now I hustled at the corner store (NoExcusez), yeah
I got more than before (Ghetto) (Yes)
Hustled at the store plenty nights
To get my bankroll tight (Na)
Got a fresh sack of rocks and a fresh pair Nikes (All white)
Thinking back when we was young we was peddling bikes (Uh huh)
Fast forward in high school now we peddling white (Let's go)
You went to school all your life that ain't how I do mine (Nah)
I can't see me being in college debt I gotta shine (Yeah)
Buss the Audemar down I call that shit wasting time
I'm paying everybody way no we ain't standing in line (No way)
Bad bitches in the section fucking me through they eyes (Oh I see you)
She a fuck the whole gang just to fuck me one time
First class Corona mask on just for disguise
Spend at least a double ticket when I shop in Revive
I ain't running out of nothing, getting more and some more
At least a double digit tab when I go in the store
(I like to cash out)
Every city I been hustling like I'm going on tour (Blow it)
I put that shit on easy like I wore it before (Ha)
I'm a first class flyer catch me pouring a 4 (Shooo)
If you ain't tryn get rich then what you doing it for
I got a store now I hustled at the corner store (NoExcusez), yeah
I got more than before (Ghetto) (Yes)
You ain't eating fuck with me I'm giving jobs out (Yes)
Show you how to re-up first and then ball out (Yuh)
I used be the first on the block, I ain't call out
Before them bitches land in the city, sold all out (Easy)
I'm done showing love fuck that I wanna feel some (Gyeah)
When you clear a hunnit every month you on a real run
My life in the fast lane, swerving like a deer coming (Woof, Woof)
If a na round me got life, then appeals coming
Money what I'm into
Flyer than the other side, the gutta side
Come from nothing and they getting rich they pry one of mine
Bitch fuck with me her body done and her rent paid
I ain't popping out for 90 days I'm just getting paid
I ain't running out of nothing, getting more and some more
At least a double digit tab when I go in the store
(I like to cash out)
Every city I been hustling like I'm going on tour (Blow it)
I put that shit on easy like I wore it before (Ha)
I'm a first class flyer catch me pouring a 4 (Shooo)
If you ain't tryn get rich then what you doing it for
I got a store now I hustled at the corner store (NoExcusez), yeah
I got more than before (Ghetto) (Yes)
Credits
Writer(s): Dorian Tate, Phillip Glen Earl Peaks, James Martinez Sampson
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