​the more the merrier lyrics

[Chorus]
The more hoes the merrier, she said, "Megan, I'll marry ya"
I get you that Visa, make you c*m inside my area
I don't f*ck with Mary Jane, I sip on Rosé, Grimace Shake
Shout-out mental, Gwen and Tay, she never listen when I say

[Verse 1]
I might just go Taylor mode, make my own version of the tape
My green getting tight right now, I might just go import instead
The sh*t I gotta do, don't let the pop sh*t get into your head
I'm talking my sh*t in this moment, it's getting over your head, yeah (Ayy, this is real n*gga music, b*tch)
I'm on the runway, I don't evеn like it
Fashion week not my style, they put mе in ass fits
I got other hoes and she say she don't mind it
Man, it's pride month, all my gay n*ggas poppin' they sh*t
They call me Megatron, call me on my telephone
If you not a pretty b*tch, you won't understand me, no
"Putting poison in my system," boy, it's just alcohol
I done blocked all of my hoes, you p*ss me off, you gotta go

[Chorus]
The more hoes the merrier, she said, "Megan, I'll marry ya"
I get you that Visa, make you c*m inside my area
I don't f*ck with Mary Jane, I sip on Rosé, Grimace Shake
Shout-out mental, Gwen and Tay, she never listen when I say
[Verse 2]
n*ggas love to gossip 'til they going missing
I am not involved, I rather diss 'em
n*ggas crossed me, ain't no Christian
Oh, you heard? But you ain't listen
You n*ggas act like some b*tches
Can't wait 'til that boy get jumped
End of topic, of discussion, yeah

[Outro:4cf]
From Paris, France to New York City
You already know this sh*t imported straight from Europe, n*gga