Order More (remix) Lyrics - G-eazy

I got racks on the menu 

She need more shawty cash on the menu 

Show some more, need that ass on a menu 

Make it clap cause we got cash on the menu 

Oooh, fuck around and order more, money 

Oooh, fuck around and order more 

Oooh, baby we gon' order more, money 

Oooh, fuck around and order more 

I'm popping champagne, now I'm pouring more 

I just ran out of ones it's time to order more 

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So if you want this cash you gotta show some more 

That private dance is through that corridor, let's go 

I'm off drugs and a bunch of shots 

After party at my crib with a bunch of thots 

So order more bottles don't care what the cost 

My neighbor is a bitch they tried to call the cops, you bih 

Fuck you I'm living life, all good don't need advice 

Pussy is my favorite vice, I see you I get enticed 

Them titties nice, tonight I'ma hit it twice 

Coming home on that Bay Bridge 

Two AM on them city nights, yeah 

Oooh, fuck around and order more, money 

Oooh, fuck around and order more 

Oooh, baby we gon' order more, money 

Oooh, throw a pound and order more 

Keep a bag, blow a bag, throw a bag it ain't nothing 

I'm the weatherman, thunderstorm, forecast whole hundred 

Don't want no model girl, I want a baller girl 

And you want a baller girl, and I'm right here balling girl 

I'mma send you an Uber, and she from Aruba 

She know nothing about this thug life, she like what is a shooter? 

Took her down in Miami, put that bitch on a scooter 

Took her striaght to the phantom too 

I know just how to do her 

She said she had a man, but she know how to maneuver 

She give me head underwater so I'mma call her my scuba 

Doubt, Rolls Royce on deck, travel 

Shawtie's ass so fat, rattle 

Told a bitch I love her, liar 

Waitress all out of ones, fired 

I got old money I can return with it 

Tryna fuck a check up now ain't tryna die with it 

Money bag, money bag 

Got a whole bunch of stacks got a whole lotta ass 

If for her I just might 

Oooh, fuck around and order more, money 

Oooh, fuck around and order more 

Oooh, baby we gon' order more, money 

Oooh, fuck around and order more 

I'm about to order some more money 

Just to throw it at her 

That money doesn't matter 

I'll make it back mañana 

I hit it like a batter 

I make it rat-a-tat-a 

I never give her answers, I never give her data 

Mama she a dancer, she dance her fucking ass off 

She take her fucking pants off, and dance her fucking ass off 

She let me feel that ass off 

Charge it to my black card 

She fked me for that iphone she so tired of that android 

An outdoor person having orogies in my backyard 

I think her ass got steriods, this dick feel like heroin 

Lil Tunechi don't ease in lord, but I had to expand lord 

Charging on these nias got them looking for some tan oil 

I got all these bands boy, these hoes call me band boy 

Weezy F. Band boy stay in puy, not the tabloids 

And just to think I was the bag boy 

Now I got that bag boy, I got coupon alloys 

Just order some more cash boy 

Just order some more cash boy 

Oooh, fuck around and order more, money 

Oooh, fuck around and order more 

Oooh, baby we gon' order more, money 

Oooh, fuck around and order more