OTM Frenchyy - I Need More lyrics
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 sh** I did When I was down bad broke and couldn’t afford me a fit Got some young n***as 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 n***a, girl you know in the best Tired of f**in' with these hoes 'cause they trifling as sh** I'm a thug, I need love, let me find me a b**h 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 f** n***as they pay seventeen five The conversation ain't 'bout money, f** 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, b**h I'm after them bands Can't wait 'til I can fit a whole hundred grand in my pants Locked up, all a n***a bought was cookies and soup He ain't really in the streets, he ain't making no moves It don’t stop f** n***a and it just don't quit Jit don't size me like a p**y, I'll take your sh** Can't trust no n***a, can't love no b**h If I want it I'ma buy it, I ain't asking for sh** 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 I need more Damn (damn), damn, damn damn I need more Ain’t got no love for no b**h, ain’t got no love for no ho I need more 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 a** n***as I’m on the road running baby, tryna get to that cake I be running like a foreign, b**h I'm out on a race I got n***as on the road tryna get to that cake I got some n***as up the road put a pistol in your face You acting hard but you know that you ain't 'bout that sh** I got some n***as in the streets tryna get out that sh** 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 sh** 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, d** anorexic Stack the tall racks and b**h I don't wrestle, jit I'ma stretcher Buddy running to the corner for some d** in the D She cut that n***a off and brought that p**y ho to a G I need more Damn (damn), damn, damn damn I need more Ain’t got no love for no b**h, ain’t got no love for no ho I need more n***as claim they in the streets but be switchin' the code I need more