More money More cash More flow More dough Even more so Even more cash for more dough More tuck spit line tip lines I can spit rhymes when I spit grime Fuckin' glit, man More kick more snare more claps More bass more synths make it more fat More power more (Unknown) More speed more BPM More people kicking back with the Jacks On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat More people letting go if you feel my flow Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya Yeah, from ya head to ya toes Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones From ya head to ya toes, move to the beat, with ya feet I wanna see More people in the club gettin' twist More people spreading love when I spit I wanna see More people on the floor then there is More people at the door being frizzed I wanna see Less fights, this night, less gats More stacking on the floor where no-one at More venues in the ends where it's at More venues in the ends playin' rap I wanna see Less boys, less minds, less cats More girls, more women, more cash More gally who know how to act When everything they got on show lookin' fat I wanna see Yeah, you know we've had enough It's when we say "More" Cos' we can never have enough We'll always want: More money More cash More flow More dough Even more so Even more cash for more dough More tuck spit line tip lines I can spit rhymes when I spit grime Fuckin' glitmants More kick more snare more claps More bass more synths make it more fat More power more (Unknown) More speed more BPM More people kicking back with the Jacks On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat More people letting go if you feel my flow Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya Yeah, from ya head to ya toes Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones Can't dance, just do somethin' rhyme den All girl dem All mine, dem Can't dance, just do somethin' rhyme den All girl dem All mine, dem You can't dance, just do somethin' rhyme den All girl dem All mine, dem Fuck it, nobody want's to dance no more Too much murder on the dancing floor Cos' we can never have enough We'll always want more Cos' we can never have enough We'll always want more And you know when we've had enough It's when we say "More" Cos' we can never have enough More money More cash More flow More dough Even more so Even more cash for more dough More tuck spit line tip lines I can spit rhymes when I spit grime Fuckin' glitmants More kick more snare more claps More bass more synths make it more fat More power more (Unknown) More speed more BPM More people kicking back with the Jacks On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat More people letting go if you feel my flow Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya Yeah, from ya head to ya toes Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones From ya head to ya toes, move to the beat, with ya feet
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