I Need Mo - Shy Glizzy, 3 Glizzy

Yah

Thirty, thirty

GG forever

The plug, he be droppin' off the load, oh

Informant in your clique, he gotta go, go

My hitters, they’ll come and snatch your soul woah

All I wanted was some dough now and I need more, oh

I got me some paper, I need more, oh

Now and I got me some bitches, I need more, oh

And my son, he is a rich kid, he need more, oh

Throwin' up them sevens, nigga

You know what I’m reppin, (Tre 7)

And we keep them weapons

Every nigga want me stabbed

Country bitch so sexy

Uh, she come down from Texas

Bitch cappin', estrogen

They kicked her out of the Lexus (Skrrt)

If I get cold, I put on minks to cover up my gun (Brr)

And my son has Cuban linked ever since that he was one (On God)

Earned my stripes, I asked the streets

They said you ain’t got none

It’s just GG for life, you finish off where you began (for life)

Lil bitch, you know we bout that shit

Don’t act like you retarded

And if I had a problem with you, nigga I would solve it (uh huh)

My brother, that' my partner

I ain’t has no fuckin' father (He murdered)

No, I’m not from Harlem, but I’m a fuckin' Globetrotter (ah ah ah)

The plug, he be droppin' off the load, oh

Informant in your clique, he gotta go, go

My hitters, they’ll come and snatch your soul woah

All I wanted was some dough now and I need more, oh

I got me some paper, I need more, oh

Now and I got me some bitches, I need more, oh

And my son, he is a rich kid, he need more, oh

I used to trap right in front of the store

I ran that up and I need me some more

Come to my trap, you get searched at the door

Your bitch a freak, I fuck her on the floor

I fucked that bitch till her pussy got sore

We movin' militant on one accord

My young nigga’s silent, make sure they straight

I got the ARP, I got a Drac'

I got them hunnids balled up in the safe

I’m from the projects, now I’m by the lake

I beat the case, and they got it on tape

She let me fuck, we ain’t go on no date

Feds on my ass, I can’t make no mistakes

My cousin got life, now they tryna escape

Been savin' up because I want a Wraith

Look back in my past, I done came a long way

I gotta go hard, I ain’t takin no breaks

My nephew is four, he eat lobster and steak

They act like they love me, I know it’s fake

Don’t talk on the phone, meet the plug face to face

I sent them shooters right there where you stay

They said you ain’t home so I told 'em to wait

They campin' all night if that’s what it take

You don’t make your funeral, shoot up the wake

The plug, he be droppin' off the load, oh

Informant in your clique, he gotta go, go

My hitters, they’ll come and snatch your soul woah

All I wanted was some dough now and I need more, oh

I got me some paper, I need more, oh

Now and I got me some bitches, I need more, oh

And my son, he is a rich kid, he need more, oh

He need more

I need more

I need more

I need more

I need more