T.i. - More & more
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Some shit never change, nigga
Aha, ay, yeah

Frank Muller, put 1 2 to your medulla
Habla, gun dada, there is none hotter
I'm so alone with your girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her
I'm having fun with her, you better come get her
I fuck her face plus one on the (?)
And make another girl lick it up, I'ma dumb nigga
Since a young nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come with a fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a whole bad, then run up more
And with a 100k, shooting dice 10 to 4
If, playing poker, put the sack up, go all in
(?), double down, we ain't go to Dubai
If you wanna win big, the rig gotta be high
All them bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
He cool but he not a T.I., I will be damned
Watch him do designer drugs by the grams, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothing' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion, avoid fuck boys hatin' with a passion
I'm sucka-ducking gettin' money
A hard dick all a bitch got coming, yeah

All I know is more and more (aha)
Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows
Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is)
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (aha) (wassup)
Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue (tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows
Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you, know what this is)
Hundred bands

Dope boy, bitch I ain't got to say it again
It's the king and the don, you gotta play it again
Drop your top lace you boots up, grab your scale
All you see are triples e's like you're weightin' a whale
See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell
Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell
Got thirty rounds on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)
Caller from a private number, make it hard to stalk
Drop the top on a 'rari, nigga, I'm so made
Let the dawn in the (?), I'm so paid
And she came to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got slayed
Skinny dipping in the pool yeah, your bitch got saved


All I know is more and more (aha)
Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows
Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is)
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (aha) (more and more)
Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows
Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo'
Hundred bands

All I know is get this check and the respect
Lot of family from Atlanta to Hawaii and back
Why would you act slow, know or not
An asshole, get your ass blown
So move off 'fore doing too much
Had it with the other niggas that was tryna move up
It is what is, ain't no way to make a do-up
Better know that we was selling crack until we blew up
Was trapping, everybody knew us
And then the mill' came
I've been through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just heard "urban legend" the other day and it still bang
Get a (?) (get it)
Make it double, want some weight, you need some bigger muscles (you need it)
Finesse the plan, then work your way through it, without (?) busted
Trying not to kill a sucka, that's a hard job (ya dig)
But I'ma still try my hand with a car show
Boy, I've been getting it out the mud since 14, making it do what it does
True trap nigga

All I know is more and more (aha)
Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows
Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is)
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (aha) (more and more)
Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows
Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo'
Hundred bands
All I know is

Some more and some more is all I know, man
You know what I mean?
Big, big shit popping for a long time, you understand that?
Hey, been doing this shit for bread and meat
We don't make it, we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, talk while we spit is what we do all do, man
I mean, try to be humble as I can be
But truth be told, none of you niggas can fuck with me, you understand that?
It's the motherfuckin' king, nigga
Come hell or high water, accept no substitution
Stay solid all the way through it
Fuck what a hater got to say
What I did, can nobody undo
Built this shit with my bare hands, man
Bare witness to the greatness
It's upon you
This is the dime trap

Writers: CLIFFORD HARRIS , Jaswinder Singh , Christopher Meesen

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