Find Sum More (feat. K Suave) - EastBayTae

Cook that shit up, Quay Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't enough, she want some more She want some more and some more Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't enough, she want some more She want some more and some more Redhead with me like I'm Yachty Every nigga with me got a body Bad mamacita call me papi Back to back Lambs and the 'Raris Only thing I wear is red bottoms Free my nigga Long, the feds got him Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles Crack a nigga head with a bottle Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar Made these bitches rake up every dollar She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow Had to switch it up, I'm on the road now I'm a stand-up guy, I ain't gon' lay down Seventeen-five on my feet Blowin' money like I hang with Meech Louis V mixed with Supreme Hop out in Givenchy, oh, he clean Gran Coupe, 2018 Try me, it's gon' be a murder scene Everything I say a nigga mean Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't enough, she want some more She want some more and some more Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't enough, she want some more She want some more and some more Got four pockets full like I'm Baby Keep Twan with me 'case they play me Goons at they door 'til they pay me Baby-blue, brand-new Mercedes Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti Nigga never made the honor roll But the nigga made the Forbes List Hundred thousand on my left wrist Orange stones in a nigga mouth When the sun hit it look like Sunkist Big pendant 'round a nigga neck Talkin' same size as a starfish And a nigga know killers, got killers Nigga same kind as Scarface And a nigga ball like Hardaway And a nigga ball like Barkley And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge I meant morgue, I don't shop at the stores I don't fuck with these lame-ass, sorry-ass whores, on god Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't enough, she want some more She want some more and some more Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't enough, she want some more She want some more and some more I want S-O-M-E more I want S-O-M-E more I want S-O-M-E more, yeah

(Dreamz been goin' hard bruh) Go around (Go around) (We love you Eli) Had to spin yo bitch, cuz she go around (Go around) Had to spin yo bitch, cuz she go around (Yea, Whoa) Had to spin yo bitch cuz she go around (Whoa, Yea, Whoa Whoa) Yea, I just cracked a seal and now I'm noddin' off I been on the block just servin' pills, not no Adderall (Not no Adderall) I told gang to spin the block, that boy not gettin' off Yo bro thought shit was sweet and now he shot, no that's not my fault (Yea Whoa) Come and get yo hoe she on my cock, she gone give me jaw Bro fucked up his bag and now he lame, that fallin' off (Yea) She want me for clout, Imma cut her off On the block just servin' pills We locked in when shit got real, Whoa Yea she know the deal I watched my idols make some mills (Whoa) I been fuckin' on his bitch that boy not heem forreal (Yea) I been sad as fuck, I think I might crack a seal I been sippin' lean like everyday, that shit heal my pain She got on her knees and closed her eyes, she gone stand the rain He post on his story when he turnt, we do it everyday (Yea) She came here for me I pass her anyway (Yea Whoa) (Yea Whoa) (Yea Whoa) (Yea Whoa) (Oh My God) (Whoa, Whoa) (Whoa Whoa) Had to Spin yo Bitch Cuz She go Around (Whoa, Yea, Whoa Whoa) Yea, I just cracked a seal and now I'm noddin' off I been on the block just servin' pills, not no Adderall (Not no Adderall) I told gang to spin the block, that boy not gettin' off Yo bro thought shit was sweet and now he shot, no that's not my fault (Yea Whoa) Come and get yo hoe she on my cock, she gone give me jaw Bro fucked up his bag and now he lame, that fallin' off (Yea) She want me for clout, Imma cut her off

Lovers just turn into strangers I'm out in Indy like I'm Danny Granger Fucking on bitches, yeah that is my major I had a perc on the plane, had to hide the container I'm better off alone I got on Circles, don't fuck with no Chrome When I'm out in Cali I do what I want I'm back in Ohio I hate when I'm gone (Gun Shot) (Tenno) You know I ain't going nowhere You know when I walk in they stare I feel like the Man of the Year I'm in London just spending that money Everywhere I go it's some groupie hoes on me She get on top and she ride like a pony I take a Percocet when I get lonely (Woah) Yeah Whoa She fell in love, She don't know what she doing I turned into a hoe, Our relationship ruined You niggas be chilling, Get up and get to it I'm talking my shit in her ear, I'm so fluent Baby get out of my face I'm on the road and I don't even race I'm fucking on hoe and they all types of races (Yeah) Lovers just turn into strangers I'm out in Phoenix like I'm Danny Granger Fucking on bitches, yeah that is my major I had a perc on the plane, had to hide the container I'm better off alone I got on Circles, don't fuck with no Chrome When I'm out in Cali I do what I want I'm back in Ohio I hate when I'm gone I got her off the bean (Whoa) I wanna put racks in my jeans I'm in my zone when I'm off of that lean (Whoa) I keep my gun like a marine I been that bitch over, Put dick in her spline I took her from you, Now that bitch on my team (Yeah) She wanna hop inside that GLE Woah Yeah Yeah (I can't fucking stand you Tae) You know I ain't going nowhere You know when I walk in they stare I feel like the Man of the Year I'm in London just spending that money Everywhere I go it's some groupie hoes on me She get on top and she ride like a pony I take a Percocet when I get lonely (Woah) Yeah Whoa She fell in love, She don't know what she doing I turned into a hoe, Our relationship ruined You niggas be chilling, Get up and get to it I'm talking my shit in her ear, I'm so fluent Baby get out of my face I'm on the road and I don't even race I'm fucking on hoe and they all types of races (Yeah)