[Verse 1] When I'm alone in the trap, I think over the stove I can picture me rich, remember when I was broke All my daddy ever needed was a Pyrex and fork He turned that dope into money 'cause he was tired of being broke There I was, thinking 'bout the shit I did When I was down bad broke and couldn’t afford me a fit Got some young niggas chewing on them bricks full of gold Getting tired of the south, I need a spot on the north Them backwoods full of loud, keep my mind on the track You can'’t find another nigga, girl you know in the best Tired of fuckin' with these hoes 'cause they trifling as shit I'm a thug, I need love, let me find me a bitch Girl it feels so good to be in love like this All I needed was a fork to make a wonderful dish Man I try so hard, but I just can't stop Getting money, now I gotta get a whole new spot Its ten five but fuck niggas they pay seventeen five The conversation ain't 'bout money, fuck what you talkin' 'bout I done did it all, now I'm on my way to the top When I get rich, gotta go and get my dogs off the block I ain't after the fame, bitch I'm after them bands Can't wait 'til I can fit a whole hundred grand in my pants Locked up, all a nigga bought was cookies and soup He ain't really in the streets, he ain't making no moves It don’t stop fuck nigga and it just don't quit Jit don't size me like a pussy, I'll take your shit Can't trust no nigga, can't love no bitch If I want it I'ma buy it, I ain't asking for shit Gotta find me a girl out here just like me Who love getting money, running up checks like me Pretty girls like to run, but they just can't hide I'm so in love with the money, girl I just can't lie
[Chorus] I need more Damn (damn), damn, damn damn I need more Ain’t got no love for no bitch, ain’t got no love for no ho I need more
[Verse 2] Sometimes I get in my feelings, I be thinking 'bout dope I be all in the kitchen, standing over the stove I got my bible on the side, tryna read me a scripture I got some automatic pistols for these ho ass niggas I’m on the road running baby, tryna get to that cake I be running like a foreign, bitch I'm out on a race I got niggas on the road tryna get to that cake I got some niggas up the road put a pistol in your face You acting hard but you know that you ain't 'bout that shit I got some niggas in the streets tryna get out that shit Used to post up in them bricks, plotting hard on a lick We'll tie your mama up if you play with them bricks It ain't no love in these streets, we ain't got nothing but slugs You got fed with a silver spoon, we got this shit out the mud Ain't no love in these streets, we ain't got no heart You better play your role, you better play your part I’m Giuseppe steppin', pockets on pressure, drugs anorexic Stack the tall racks and bitch I don't wrestle, jit I'ma stretcher Buddy running to the corner for some drugs in the D She cut that nigga off and brought that pussy ho to a G
[Chorus] I need more Damn (damn), damn, damn damn I need more Ain’t got no love for no bitch, ain’t got no love for no ho I need more Niggas claim they in the streets but be switchin' the code I need moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
