Sum More - Lil Baby, Lil Yachty

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 nigga 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 nigga Long, the feds got him

Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles

Crack a nigga head with a bottle

Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems

Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em

Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar

Made these bitches rake up every dollar

She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow

Had to switch it up, I’m on the road now

I’m a stand up guy, I ain’t gon' lay down

Seventeen five on my feet

Blowin' 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 gon' be a murder scene

Everything I say a nigga 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 bitches came from Haiti

Nigga never made the honor roll

But the nigga made the Forbes List

Hundred thousand on my left wrist

Orange stones in a nigga mouth

When the sun hit it look like Sunkist

Big pendant 'round a nigga neck

Talkin' same size as a starfish

And a nigga know killers, got killers

Nigga same kind as Scarface

And a nigga ball like Hardaway

And a nigga ball like Barkley

And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue

I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge

I meant morgue, I don’t shop at the stores

I don’t fuck 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