More Money Than You lyrics

[Intro: Top Dolla Sweizy & Bounce Beat Black]
Sweizy
I’m in the trenches all day
Aye, Bounce Beat
Pull up
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Chorus: Top Dolla Sweizy]
I’m in the trenches all day, I put the money in safe (No tax)
None of my n*ggas don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
Lean I got it (Lean lean)
Perkys I got it (Percs)
Molly I got it (I got the molly)
Choppas I got em
I’m in the trenches all day, I put the money in safe (No tax)
None of my n*ggas don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
Lean I got it (Lean lean)
Perkys I got it (Percs)
Molly I got it (I got the molly)
Choppas I got em

[Hook: Top Dolla Sweizy & Bounce Beat Black]
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke n*gga (Woo woo)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke b*tch (b*tch you broke)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke n*gga (Woo woo)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke b*tch (b*tch you broke)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
(Damn, Aye Bounce Beat)
[Verse 1: Bounce Beat Black]
I’m in the trenches all day
n*ggas act funny can’t come round my way (Can’t come round my way)
f*ck a Glock ima load up the K
I got a whole squad that’ll do what I say (Bow bow)
Run it up, run it up
Bands in my pocket you know ima stunt (You know ima stunt)
I turn your hoe to a sl*t (sl*t)
And she do whatever I want (Damn)
I swear that these n*ggas be jealous (They jealous)
It ain’t up for debate, no Skip Bayless (Skip Bayless)
Ima stay in the trap till I’m famous (Damn)
I’m all about bucks like I’m Jameis (Aye)
My n*ggas real savage like cavemen
We threw all the bands when we came in (Yea yea)
Your boyfriend a faggie like Damon (Aye, yea yea yea yea)
They hated on Chris but b*tch I’m like Raymond
Xans, percs & mollys
We came in the club and f*cked up the party (f*cked up the party)
No hoes can stop me
We making them plays like D.R Cromartie (D.R.C)
Young n*gga stunt everyday (Stunt everyday)
None of my n*ggas don’t play (n*ggas don’t play)
Although I sin everyday (Sin everyday)
I’m thanking the lord when I pray (Damn)
Blue hunnits, blue dreams (Blue dreams)
My n*ggas be serving them fiends (Serving them fiends)
I keep the dope in my jeans (Dope in my jeans)
I need a money machine (Damn)
More money, more power (More power)
These n*ggas they salty they sour (They Sour)
Cause I’m at the top of the tower (Damn, yea yea yea yea)
And making that dough with no flour
[Chorus: Top Dolla Sweizy]
I’m in the trenches all day, I put the money in safe (No tax)
None of my n*ggas don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
Lean I got it (Lean lean)
Perkys I got it (Percs)
Molly I got it (I got the molly)
Choppas I got em
I’m in the trenches all day, I put the money in safe (No tax)
None of my n*ggas don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
Lean I got it (Lean lean)
Perkys I got it (Percs)
Molly I got it (I got the molly)
Choppas I got em

[Hook: Top Dolla Sweizy & Rico Nasty]
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke n*gga (Woo woo)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke b*tch (b*tch you broke)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke n*gga (Woo woo)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke b*tch (b*tch you broke)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
(Yea Yea ha, Rico Rico, yea yea)

[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
Stay ten toes bet the money goin come (Woah woah)
Monkey nuts on the end of my drum (Woah woah)
Boujie b*tch yea she hate where I’m from (Woah woah)
Glock star b*tch I’m shooting my Glock (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
Sugar trap but they move on the block (Oh my God)
This rap sh*t b*tch I got it on lock (Ooooh)
Ima badd b*tch they see me they shocked
Almost rich b*tch catch up to my spot (Rico Rico)
The only thing you n*ggas shoot is your shot with a b*tch (Woah)
If you leaning you pour more then a fifth
Smoking good? You some less than a zip
Talk sh*t, punch u straight in your lip
Rockstar b*tch my life is so lit yea yea yea yea (Oh yea)
Rockstar b*tch my life is so lit yea yea yea yea (Oh yea yea yea yea)
She wanna come f*ck wit me (Oh my God) cause she know that we got a lotta dope like woah (Yea yea)
She wanna get close to me (Oh my God) cause she know that my n*ggas bout to blow like woah yea (Oh my God Yea yea yea)
Flex on b*tch it ain’t nothing
Raf Simmons my n*gga always stunting (Oooh)
Cashing out on a Sunday, 200 on the highway, everything I do is my way
They watching me just like I’m Blu-ray (Yea yea)
b*tch we turnt up on a Tuesday (Oh my God)
I get what I want, don’t give a f*ck what who say, blowing up like I’m Hussein yea (Yea yea yea yea)
[Chorus: Top Dolla Sweizy]
I’m in the trenches all day, I put the money in safe (No tax)
None of my n*ggas don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
Lean I got it (Lean lean)
Perkys I got it (Percs)
Molly I got it (I got the molly)
Choppas I got em
I’m in the trenches all day, I put the money in safe (No tax)
None of my n*ggas don’t play, shooters they shoot at your face
Lean I got it (Lean lean)
Perkys I got it (Percs)
Molly I got it (I got the molly)
Choppas I got em

[Hook: Top Dolla Sweizy]
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke n*gga (Woo woo)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke b*tch (b*tch you broke)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke n*gga (Woo woo)
Got damn (Damn), stunting on a broke b*tch (b*tch you broke)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)
I got the blues in my trues (No tax), I got more money than you (Hundos)