Lyrics More of Everything (Stop Bug'n) - TheAllAmericanKid

I want more of everything and lots of it
I want every pair of J's not made public
I want all the finer things the Louie luggage
I know you want the same niggas stop bug'n
I know you want the fame you want the news coverage
I know you want the J's every new Jumpman
I know you want the pay you want to do the numbers
And you know I want the same nigga stop bug'n
Twenty four seven three sixty five
No one can do it better I'm all the way live
I keep it 100 numbers don't lie
I'll come into your house and I'll put up 45
Show up and show out in a pair of Jordan 5's
I'm running the point a triple double every night
Bodies on the floor you aint about that life
Winnings my religion god will provide
I want more of everything and lots of it
I want every pair of J's not made public
I want all the finer things the Louie luggage
I know you want the same niggas stop bug'n
I know you want the fame you want the news coverage
I know you want the J's every new Jumpman
I know you want the pay you want to do the numbers
And you know I want the same nigga stop bug'n
Once again it's your boy the arsonist
Who's flow can shift the continent
Magnitude of a 6.6
Earthquake that can shake your shit
So just give me the rock and ill post and pivot
Turnaround jumper for the game winner
I point to the sky cause the sky's the limit
Then blow a kiss to these niggas cause they hate to see me winning
I want more of everything and lots of it
I want every pair of J's not made public
I want all the finer things the Louie luggage
I know you want the same niggas stop bug'n
I know you want the fame you want the news coverage
I know you want the J's every new Jumpman
I know you want the pay you want to do the numbers
And you know I want the same nigga stop bug'n
I point to the sky because the sky's the limit
Then blow a kiss to these niggas because they hate to see you winning
I'm living life and I'm loving every minute
The sun rotates because my game grows bigger
This is my world and everything that's in it
And don't you forget it nigga Remember who you dealing with
The one and only the infamous and you can hate all you want
Because It doesn't make a difference
Cause poppas got a brand new bag all full of new tricks
That will likely make you mad but like I give a shit
I hustle for the cash and I'm stacking these chips
Racks on racks on racks rubber bands on my grip
Gang gang gang I'm up in this bitch
I give it all I have 100 percent
So don't speak on my behalf I can talk my own shit
Now let's get down to business
I want more of everything and lots of it