Текст песни More - Waka Flocka Flame feat. Snypa Ryfle & Smeezee

One stack, two stacks, three stacks, four
Five stacks, six stacks, I need more
Y'all got guns, but we got more
More, more, more, more
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, four
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, more
Keep them hoes coming, nigga, we need more
More, more, more, more

Squeezy get money, still I need more
One stack, two stack, double that, four
Popping fifteens, every day, fuck war
Y'all got guns, but we got more
Goons here, goons there, everybody strapped
Squeezy, Waka Flocka Flame, everybody trap
Round of applause leave everybody clapped
Throw sixteen bars, when I say that, it's a wrap
We shoot first, leave everybody shot
B. Smeezy got him, get everybody got
Waka Flocka Flame, leave everybody hot
B. Smeezy shot him, leave everybody shot
Money gangbang, ask about me
Anybody get it, I'm B. Smeezy
Us niggas rich, but y'all niggas poor
Money, money, money, nigga, we get more

One stack, two stacks, three stacks, four
Five stacks, six stacks, I need more
Y'all got guns, but we got more
More, more, more, more
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, four
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, more
Keep them hoes coming, nigga, we need more
More, more, more, more

Hundred grand for the fuzzy, I ain't popping, nigga
Disrespectful shit, I'll take your mama shopping, nigga
Love on my phone, like, "Flocka, get it popping, nigga"
I got bitches like LL, hoes grow on the grape
Shawty charge six hundred for the pussy, shit, I charge a stack
You only owe me four hundred, bring my money back
I can't pay for pussy, where the fuck they do that at?
Shout out to some real queens, niggas like Quincy Green
I get queens love, you can call me Big Joe
I change cars every month just to stunt, ho
I'm from Riverdale, it ain't fucking hard to tell
Cocaine, X pills, and some dummy bales
M-O-R-E, the lightskin dreadhead Eazy-E
Little bruh tried to kill you for a quarter key
Run up on my B. Smeezy
It's called Brick Squad, I'ma die so icy
Waka Flocka

One stack, two stacks, three stacks, four
Five stacks, six stacks, I need more
Y'all got guns, but we got more
More, more, more, more
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, four
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, more
Keep them hoes coming, nigga, we need more
More, more, more, more

Ayy, money coming in, I still need more
You want guns? I bet we bring more
You talking 'bout thirty-round clips, but that chopper spit more
You smell the money you flashing? Yeah, we getting more
She beat it up, twerking that ass like it's a freak show
You see them problems we solve, shake niggas like maracas
That boy B. Smeezy, what up, Waka Flocka?
Burger King guns, we got them Whopper Choppers
I don't mean to be bragging, but I'm the man though
I do what the fuck I want, that's what them bands for
Sniper rifle, get cash like it's no tomorrow
Lenox Mall shoes, I bought a couple pairs
VIP a hood spot where damus at a
Change cars like my motherfucking drawers
8800 Block, Brick Squad, no flaws
A round of applause

One stack, two stacks, three stacks, four
Five stacks, six stacks, I need more
Y'all got guns, but we got more
More, more, more, more
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, four
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, more
Keep them hoes coming, nigga, we need more
More, more, more, more