Nicky Nicardo - More lyrics

[Intro] I need more paper Need more paper I need more paper [Chorus] Said I need more paper, more paper, more women and more bottles I need more haters, more stress and more problems I need more paper, more women and more bottles I need more haters, more stress and more problems [Verse 1] I need more space, talkin' mansions on the estate More than a couple cars, I won't put 'em in the garage You know these hoes are flawed, n***as flexin', that's a facade I'm doin' more than y'all, more or less I'm takin' off I need more Ralph Lauren, real aristocratic player sh** Bad college women who don't want a real relationship More success 'cause I had got addicted after tastin' it And more Sean Don 'cause I was stumblin' and wastin' it Less air time, but I gotta get from state to state These hoes was barely on me, now they searchin' for that weddin' cake More check deposits help me relax and just meditate And more euphoric sedatives, she say she tryna elevate More attention lately, so that means there's less privacy And more arrogance calls for way less modesty I'm just now gettin' on but I always been a prodigy She said she don't want me but she just not thinkin' logically I'm tired of these underneath rappers who be posin' I do this sh** 'cause I was chosen From the penthouse, you see LA like Josh Rosen Purple Raptor Phantom 'cause I just brought DeRozan [Chorus] I need more paper, need more paper I need more paper, need more paper I need more paper, need more paper I need more paper, need more paper I need more paper, more women and more bottles I need more haters, more stress and more problems I need more paper, more women and more bottles I need more haters, more stress and more problems [Verse 2] More figures comin' in, that's why I have accountants though These n***as prolly smokin' gas but they don't want an ounce of smoke Whenever I be in the booth, it's more amounts of pounds of coke I'm down to roll with some model b**hes and they down the road I need more serviettes 'cause all my n***as eatin' Back and forth across the country, makin' moves like every weekend Less sleepin', got me tweakin', I had jumped off in the deep end Where the sharks be out there lurkin' and connivin' and be creepin' Yeah, I need more of them Benjis, yeah, I spend more than a semi I do not need less than a trendy I need more of the Lawrys I see these n***as, they sorry, I'm thinkin' 'bout Porshes and 'raris Got all these hoes on me 'cause I been makin' more money And they seen the car in the west poppin' And I need some more options, bossin' over fettuccine Don't want no capers in my pasta More rubber bands for my hundred dollar bills And more bad hoes with fat a**, I hope it's real There's more champagne in the fridge to keep it chill She gettin' more and more touchy, takin' molly for the thrill [Chorus] Man, I need more paper, more women and more bottles I need more haters, more stress and more problems I need more paper, more women and more bottles I need more haters, more stress and more problems [Outro] Yeah, man, like If you ain't f** with me then, don't try and f** with me now Like it's over with like for everybody like If you don't love me now If you not from the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, get off It's the king of the south Bay, west coast Yeah Yeah