Nicky Nicardo – More


I’m doin’ more than y’all, more or less I’m takin’ off
More rubber bands for my hundred dollar bills
Yeah, man, like
[Chorus]

Whenever I be in the booth, it’s more amounts of pounds of coke
I need more paper, need more paper
Yeah
[Chorus]
More attention lately, so that means there’s less privacy
Yeah, I need more of them Benjis, yeah, I spend more than a semi
I need more haters, more stress and more problems
If you not from the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, get off
Don’t want no capers in my pasta
Less air time, but I gotta get from state to state
And more euphoric sedatives, she say she tryna elevate

Where the sharks be out there lurkin’ and connivin’ and be creepin’
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
Bad college women who don’t want a real relationship
I do not need less than a trendy
I do this shit ’cause I was chosen
She said she don’t want me but she just not thinkin’ logically
From the penthouse, you see LA like Josh Rosen
Need more paper
I need more haters, more stress and more problems
I need more paper, need more paper
I see these niggas, they sorry, I’m thinkin’ ’bout Porshes and ‘raris
And more bad hoes with fat ass, I hope it’s real
It’s the king of the south Bay, west coast

I’m down to roll with some model bitches and they down the road
I need more paper, need more paper

These niggas prolly smokin’ gas but they don’t want an ounce of smoke

I need more haters, more stress and more problems
[Intro]
Man, I need more paper, more women and more bottles
More success ’cause I had got addicted after tastin’ it
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
If you don’t love me now
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
[Verse 1]
If you ain’t fuck with me then, don’t try and fuck with me now
I need more haters, more stress and more problems
I’m tired of these underneath rappers who be posin’
I’m just now gettin’ on but I always been a prodigy
There’s more champagne in the fridge to keep it chill
More figures comin’ in, that’s why I have accountants though
I need more haters, more stress and more problems
Less sleepin’, got me tweakin’, I had jumped off in the deep end
And more arrogance calls for way less modesty
Yeah
And they seen the car in the west poppin’
I need more paper
I need more space, talkin’ mansions on the estate
[Verse 2]
And more Sean Don ’cause I was stumblin’ and wastin’ it
I need more haters, more stress and more problems

You know these hoes are flawed, niggas flexin’, that’s a facade
I need more paper, need more paper
Said I need more paper, more paper, more women and more bottles
I need more Ralph Lauren, real aristocratic player shit
More than a couple cars, I won’t put ’em in the garage
I need more paper
I need more of the Lawrys
[Chorus]
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
More check deposits help me relax and just meditate
Like it’s over with like for everybody like
Back and forth across the country, makin’ moves like every weekend
[Outro]
I need more serviettes ’cause all my niggas eatin’
These hoes was barely on me, now they searchin’ for that weddin’ cake
Purple Raptor Phantom ’cause I just brought DeRozan
Got all these hoes on me ’cause I been makin’ more money
And I need some more options, bossin’ over fettuccine
She gettin’ more and more touchy, takin’ molly for the thrill