🎵 Meekz - More Money

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Lyrics to ‘More Money’ by Meekz:

[Intro]
More money, more money
More money, more money

[Verse 1]
Now, my life’s like a movie, show you hundreds of scenes (Hundreds)
Before my hood’s hottest, I was was hundred degrees
Had my scales stressed out, all the numbers I seen
But my soul’s still hungry and deep, ‘cah I got things to achieve
I got a job to complete and if the devil’s in the detail
What’s God got for me?
Now, they fucking with Meekz but I gotta keep the hunger in me
My G’s a multimillionaire and he’s younger than me
That ain’t banter to me
That shit’s gangster to me
The streets don’t love me
And these hoes don’t love me
You got po’s fucking with my bros
Judge me, will he rate me if I turn a ghost oppy?
But how can I kill what’s already dead?
‘Cah they ain’t battling with me, they at war in their head
I need all of the bread
I’m legendary with my steps and my corner’s the best
I used to stash cash and forget
Now, my accountant collects all of my cheques

[Chorus]
I need more money
We just fuck up the streets, they got my shit on repeat
I want more money
They hood want me to eat, they’re screaming ‘Bon Appetit’
I got more money
I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up off fiends
I need more money

[Verse 2]
We don’t know comfy, my soul’s hungry
Couple mil’ in the account so I can show Mumzy
And every story’s both-sided like my own pumpy
I’m a serious chopper, I’m so grumpy, I get the phone jumpy
You ain’t tryna go country?
Fuck it, you can hold dough for me
I just hate it when my bitch don’t trust me
If I was broke and had no money
Would you dance on a pole for me?
Burn my clothes, hide this pole for me?
I’m so sorry, I fell in love with the game
First time that I done me a stain, felt like I was paid for a couple of days
Then I started getting money in a couple of ways
I ain’t got too many friends ‘cah most of my mates are all stuck in the cage or stuck in their ways but we stuck in our way
She fell in love with my neck, I mean in love with my chain
I fell in love with the neck, I mean in love with the brain
You know I come for the game, I don’t care about fame

[Chorus]
I need more money
We just fuck up the streets, they got my shit on repeat
I want more money
They hood want me to eat, they’re screaming ‘Bon Appetit’
I got more money
I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up off fiends
I need more money

[Verse 3]
I used to push raw like Rocky, I’m a champ
Tryna rock with the gang and do the popular dance
I’m tryna pop me a champs’ and pop tags, I never pop me a xan
I couldn’t ever be Pop, I tryna pop me a man, baow
And you ain’t never seen no shit in the tank
I’m really robbing the bank, I’m just a horrible Manc’
Changed the game, safe to say it’s me they’ll probably thank
I’m pissed off, I got poverty plans
Free my dawgs, that’s robbery gang, I love robbery bands

[Chorus]
I need more money
We just fuck up the streets, they got my shit on repeat
I want more money
They hood want me to eat, they’re screaming ‘Bon Appetit’
I got more money
I just fuck up a beat, they know I come up off fiends
I need more money

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