Song Lyrics

Some shit never change, nigga
Uh-huh, yeah, ayy, yeah

Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla
Oblongata, there is none hotter
I'm so in love with your girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her
I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her
I f*ck her face, bust one on her concealer
And make another girl lick it off, I'm a dumb nigga
Since a young nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come with fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a whole bag, then run up more
I won a hunnid K, shootin' dice, ten to four
Playin' poker, put the sack up, go all in (go on)
Lose, double down, win, go to Dubai
If you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high
All them bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be damned
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion, avoid f*ck boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' gettin' money
A hard dick all a bitch got comin', yeah

All I know is more and more (uh-huh)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke (for real)
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows (Lord knows)
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is)
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (uh-huh) (what's up)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke (Tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows (aha)
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you already know what this is)
Hundred bands

Dope boy, bitch, I ain't got to say it again
It's the king and the don, you gotta play it again
Drop the top, lace your boots up, grab your scale
All you see are triples Es like you're weighin' a whale
See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell
Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell
Thirty rounds up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)
Caller from a private number, make it hard to stalk
Drop the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so made
Left the Dawn in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid (I'm so paid)
And she came to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got slayed (woo)
Skinny dippin' in the pool, yeah, your bitch got saved

All I know is more and more (all I do)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke (you already know what this is)
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows (know what I do it for)
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (uh-huh)
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (yeah) (more and more)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born fo'
Hundred bands

All I know is get this check and the respect
Fly the family from Atlanta to Hawaii and back
Why would you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole
Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too much
Had it with the other niggas that was tryna move up
It is what is, ain't no way to make a do-up
Better know that we was sellin' crack until we blew up
Was trappin', everybody knew us
And then the mill' came
Done been through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it still bang
Get a hustle (get it)
Make it double, want some weight? You need some bigger muscles (you need it)
Finesse the play, then work your way throughout the filibuster
Tryin' not to kill a sucka, that's a hard job (ya dig)
But I'ma still try my hand with a card shark
Boy, I've been gettin' it out the mud since fourteen
Makin' it do what it does
True trap nigga (woo)

All I know is more and more (what's up?) (uh-huh)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke (for real)
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows (do it all, Lord knows)
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born fo'
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (yeah) (more and more)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (uh-huh)
Hundred bands

Yeah, some more, some more is all I know, man
You know what I mean?
Big, big shit poppin' for a long time, you understand that?
Hey, we do this shit for bread and meat
We don't win, we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, talk shit while I'm spittin' is what we do all do, man
I mean, try to be humble as I can be
But truth be told, none of you niggas can't f*ck with me, you understand that?
It's the motherfuckin' king, nigga
Come hell or high water, accept no substitution
Stay solid all the way through it
F*ck what a hater got to say
What I did, can't nobody undo
Built this shit with my bare hands, man
Bare witness to the greatness
It's upon you
This is The Dime Trap

Christopher Meesen, Clifford Harris, Jaswinder Singh

The duration of More & More is 4:26 minutes and seconds.