I Got More - Intellectual

[Intro]

Huh, but I got more (Fah-fah fah-fah fah-fah)

I don't know what he got, but I got more, hmm, yeah ( D-D-Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that? )

I don't know what he got, but I got more

[Chorus]

Yeah, I don't know what he got, but I got more

Yeah, yeah, I ain't worried about a thing 'cause I got pole

Brodie waitin' in your bushes 'til you get home

Hit hoes, tote Glocks, and we get phones

And I'm slidin' for my brodie if he right or wrong

Your bitch took her clothes off, she tryna get it on

I might up the two-three, but I ain't in the zone

Catch me walkin' out the bank, look like I got a loan

Do this shit all by my doly, do it on my own

Way that cuddy sellin' bars, you think he writing songs

These hoеs worthy, all I wanna be is left alone

[Verse]

I just lеft a cool ten at the mall

They never pick the phone up when I call

Ain't used to get no peach, even though I ball

And the only bitch a nigga love is my dog

I might blow an opp crib up with C4

Yeah, in the bank, duffel bag full of C-notes

Don't come outside, doggy shootin' through the peephole

Bitches on my bowling balls, I'm with three hoes

Way that brodie with a brick, you'd think he Deebo

All these hoes play it crazy, I don't even know, hmm, hmm

Be a cold day in Hell, I ever need a ho

Cowards passin' niggas spirit in a kid heart

I'm hot now, but it was freezing cold

I keep my pole, I don't even vote, mmm

Huh, huh, I keep my pole, I don't even vote

I'm bippin' for that endzone if it's fourth and long

The way that 10 milli' kick, you'd think I'm scorin' goals