Lyrics Sum More - Lil Baby , Lil Yachty
Cook
that
shit
up,
Quay
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
nigga
with
me
got
a
body
Bad
mamacita
call
me
papi
Back
to
back
Lambs
and
the
'Raris
Only
thing
I
wear
is
red
bottoms
Free
my
nigga
Long,
the
feds
got
him
Standin'
on
the
sofa
poppin'
bottles
Crack
a
nigga
head
with
a
bottle
Sippin'
lean,
tryna
ease
my
problems
Run
up
on
a
gang
of
niggas,
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'm
a
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,
he
clean
Gran
Coupe,
2018
Try
me,
it's
gon'
be
a
murder
scene
Everything
I
say
a
nigga
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
Twan
with
me
'case
they
play
me
Goons
at
they
door
'til
they
pay
me
Baby-blue,
brand-new
Mercedes
Six
chocolate
bitches
came
from
Haiti
Nigga
never
made
the
honor
roll
But
the
nigga
made
the
Forbes
List
Hundred
thousand
on
my
left
wrist
Orange
stones
in
a
nigga
mouth
When
the
sun
hit
it
look
like
Sunkist
Big
pendant
'round
a
nigga
neck
Talkin'
same
size
as
a
starfish
And
a
nigga
know
killers,
got
killers
Nigga
same
kind
as
Scarface
And
a
nigga
ball
like
Hardaway
And
a
nigga
ball
like
Barkley
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,
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
1 Freestyle
2 Best of Me
3 Sum More
4 Money Forever
5 Hurry
6 To The Top
7 All Of A Sudden
8 Slow Mo
9 Going For It
10 Trap Star
11 Dive In
12 Ride My Wave
13 Money
14 Vision Clear
15 Eat Or Starve
16 Stick On Me
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