Sum More Lyrics By Lil Baby
Cook that shit up, Quay
Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets
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 skraight to the club
Now, she dancin’ on the pole
But that ain’t enough, she want some more
She want some more and some more
Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets
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 skraight to the club
Now, she dancin’ 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 **** with me gotta body
Bad mamcita call me papi
Back to back Lams and the ‘Raris
Only thing I wear is red bottoms
Free my **** Long, the feds got him
Standing on the sofa, poppin’ bottles
Crack a **** head with a bottle
Sippin’ lean, tryna ease my problems
Run up on a gang of ****, 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’ma 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 clean
Gran Coupe, 2018
Try me, it’s gon’ be a murder scene
Everything I say, a **** mean
Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets
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 skraight to the club
Now, she dancin’ on the pole
But that ain’t enough, she want some more
She want some more and some more
Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets
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 skraight to the club
Now, she dancin’ 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 toyin’ with me, case they play me (Yuh)
Goons at they door till they pay me (Yuh)
Baby-blue, brand new Mercedes (Skrrrt)
Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti (Whoa)
**** never made the honor roll (No)
But the **** made the Forbes List (Yah)
Hundred thousand on my left wrist (Damn)
Orange stones in a **** mouth
When the sun hit, it looks like Sunkist (Sweet)
Big pendant ’round a **** neck
Talkin’ same size, that’s a starfish (Oh, shit)
And a **** know killers got killers
**** same kind as Scarface (For real)
And a **** ball like Hardaway (For real)
And a **** ball like Barkley (Swish)
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, oh, my God
Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets
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 skraight to the club
Now, she dancin’ on the pole
But that ain’t enough, she want some more
She want some more and some more
Jumped right out the porch and skraight to the skreets
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 skraight to the club
Now, she dancin’ 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
