Artist: OG Maco Album: OG Maco Song: Want More Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more Give em somethin till there's nothin' left, now they want more Seen rich but I need wealth, now I want more [Verse 1] Choppers, choppin, it's like Vietnam, smokin' Napalm Livin' days, I ain't slept in days, it's the the fourth one Everybody think they're waterproof till the storm come Make it rain, 100 dolla bills, 100 round drums Full of rage and I'm out the cage, when I'm on the stage You can see the savage, pocket watchin' just like field hands Fuckin pea, I'm tryna count the cabbage Fuck you talkin' for if I ain't askin? Arky smilin' but bitch I ain't laughin' Unless you call me on my bank route All them commas, that's a real hoop Still thinkin' bout the black coupe It's a P-1, top see-through If i ain't top Five its cuz I'm top two You prolly thought it was a year or two Bitch, you guessed it, now they want more Competition? fuck the competition Never slippin', I'm like golf soles All in one, but that's on every song [Chorus] Gave em hustle, struggle, pain from me, now they want more Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more Give em somethin till there's nothin' left, now they want more Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more [Verse 2] I got a feelin' but there's nothing in All this profit gotta be a sin Euros too, stack a million yen Ion't trust bitches with a million friends She just watchin homie, she just plottin on me Feelin' tensions, why you actin' different? Poppin' bottles, since a young nigga Nineteen ordered 20 hens, had to get the money to my mans Told em here bout the master-plan Just the otha day he understand We'll kill em with the truth Broad day, no mask on The young and scary children of the corn Bunch of niggas raised with women scorned Pimpin pimpin sippin sippin neva cookin cookies Got yo feelins trippin listen listen There's no pencil Drew it up without a stencil In the pistol with the read option Couple scrambles, now I'm outta pocket Hearin winner music, watch me rock it I'm a star like my new Givenchy, on that topic where is Erykah Tell Badu I wanna touch her, just confessin', I ain't Usher Teachin' lessons, no professor Bible, ratchet on my dresser How you gon' do it? Say you want more! How ya gon' prove it? Workin' workin' I'm in overtime Clockin' in, nigga, grab the scale Be a starter how you run the pie Put in work on your battlefield [Chorus] Gave em hustle, struggle pain from me, now they want more Go through the rain, I survive the flames, now they want more Give em somethin till there's nothin' left, now they want more Seem rich but I need wealth, now I want more