More & More Lyrics - T.i.

Some shit never change, nigga 

Aha, ayy, yeah 

Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla 

Habla, gun dada, there is none hotter 

I'm so in love witcha girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her 

I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her 

I fuck her face, bust one on her concealer 

And make another girl lick it off, I'ma 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 100k shootin' dice 10 to 4 

Playing poker, put the sack up, go all in 

Lose, double down, win, go to Dubai 

If you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high 

Want 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 fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion 

I'm sucka-duckin' gettin' money 

A hard dick all a bitch got coming, yeah 

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All I know is more & more (aha) 

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke 

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows 

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what this is) 

Hunnid bands (Yeah) 

All I know is more & more (aha) (Wassup) 

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, nigga) 

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows 

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You, know what this is) 

Hunnid 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 E's 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 

And she came to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got slayed 

Skinny dippin' in the pool yeah, lil bitch got saved, huh 

All I know is more & more (aha) 

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke 

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows 

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for 

Hunnid bands (Yeah) 

All I know is more & more (aha) (more & more) 

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke 

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows 

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for 

Hunnid 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 nigga that was tryna move up 

It is what is, ain't no way to make a do-up 

Better know that we was selling 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 plan, 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 car show 

Boy, I've been getting it out the mud since 14, making it do what it does 

True trap nigga 

All I know is more & more (aha) 

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke 

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows 

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what this is) 

Hunnid bands (Yeah) 

All I know is more & more (aha) (more & more) 

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke 

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows 

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for, uh huh 

Hunnid bands 

All I know is 

Some more and 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 then we don't eat, you understand? 

Yeah, yeah, talk while we spit is what we do all day, man 

I mean, try to be humble as I can be 

But truth be told, none of you nigga can't fuck 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 

Fuck what a hater got to say 

What I did, can nobody undo 

Build this shit with my bare hands, man 

Bare witness to the greatness 

It's upon you 

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