paroles de chanson MORE - Janae Music

I ain't never ran from a nigga
And I ain't never ran from a bitch
If you ever see me running
You should watch what's coming
Cuz I promise I'm running this shit
These bitches sick
Like a runny nose
Can't play with me
I got cheat codes
Got some look alikes
For you cheap hoes
Got thugs and harmonies
I'm at a cross road
Is she a singer or rapper
Do she like scammers and trappers
I heard she moved to Atlanta
She think she fly think she better
Everybody wanna know what I'm doing
Everybody wanna see who I'm screwing
Everybody this
Everybody that
Everybody get the fuck back
Before I run up in your shit and I get your ass get clapped
I'm just tryna get to the bag
Tryna run these routes, no flags
That IT girl, no tag
This a humble flex, no brag
Never chasing waves I stay current
I stay up to speed you in a hurry
Heard you coming for me, not worried
Cuz ima shoot first, Steph Curry

Yea I'm on top floor
And I got the bag but I want more
Gimme Me More
Buy up the whole store
House real big with its own shore
On the beach, on the beach
Real to my whole core
Need 50 acres gotta to explore
Like Dora Like Dora
Shoot up the front door
Let a bitch know that I mean war

I like checks that's blank
Dates at the bank
I'm a different rank
Attitude is stank
They smoking strong and they smoking dank
Weed so loud that they got a noise complaint
Tell em turn it down
Cuz I'm coming through
& I'm hungry now
So I'll eat your food
I'm not giving grace
I'm blessed like hachoos
Can't take my place
You can't wear my shoes

Got so busy being cool
That a bitch turned cold
You reporting my news
But that shit so old
I done been moved out
And my old house sold
You can bend the truth
But I ain't ever gon fold
Prettier than Barbie
And a bitch could never play with me
Flexin in a Rari
And I'm going 180
That's a quick turn around
Bitch, can you hear me now
I'm sprinting to the money
But I got Verizon on speed dial
You in my business
Don't do that
Tryna check for me
While I'm running up a check
When I'm in Atlanta
Ima Do the Bankhead bounce
Lit bitch from DC
A rich bitch in the south
Ima need a chain
How they screaming my name
I don't mind the fame
Guess it came with the game
Picture perfect beauty
Body bussing out the frame
Tryna ride my wave
Baby stay in your lane

Yea I'm on top floor
And I got the bag but I want more
Gimme Me More
Buy up the whole store
House real big with its own shore
On the beach, on the beach
Real to my whole core
Need 50 acres gotta to explore
Like Dora Like Dora
Shoot up the front door
Let a bitch know that I mean war

I need more
Fuck it yea I need more
I need more
Imma run it up yea I need more
I need more
Deuce in the cup yea I need more
I need more
Racks in this bitch yea I need more