Sum More - Lil Baby Written by:Dominique Jones/Miles McCollum 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 ni**a 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 ni**a Long the feds got him Standing on the sofa popping bottles Crack a ni**a head with a bottle Sipping lean tryna ease my problems Run up on a gang of niggas shot em Gucci glasses snakes on my collar Made these b**ches rake up every dollar She said she go catch it she go swallow
Had to switch it up I'm on the road now I'm a stand up guy I ain't go lay down
Seventeen five on my feet Blowing 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 go be a murder scene Everything I say a ni**a 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 b**ches came from Haiti
Ni**a never made the honor roll But the ni**a made the Forbes List Hundred thousand on my left wrist Orange stones in a ni**a mouth When the sun hit it look like Sunkist
Big pendant 'round a ni**a neck Talking same size as a starfish And a ni**a know killers got killers
Ni**a same kind as Scarface And a ni**a ball like Hardaway And a ni**a ball like Barkley
And I put that on my soul I got pictures up in vogue I got b**ches always killing sh*t they always at the moge I meant morgue I don't shop at the stores I don't f**k with these lame a** sorry a** 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
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But that ain't enough she want some more She want some more and some more I want s o m e more