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nicky nicardo - more lyrics

[intro]
i need more paper
need more paper
i need more paper

[chorus]
said i need more paper, more paper, more women and more bottles
i need more haters, more stress and more problems
i need more paper, more women and more bottles
i need more haters, more stress and more problems

[verse 1]
i need more sp-ce, talkin’ mansions on the estate
more than a couple cars, i won’t put ’em in the garage
you know these hoes are flawed, n-ggas flexin’, that’s a facade
i’m doin’ more than y’all, more or less i’m takin’ off
i need more ralph lauren, real aristocratic player sh-t
bad college women who don’t want a real relationship
more success ’cause i had got addicted after tastin’ it
and more sean don ’cause i was stumblin’ and wastin’ it
less air time, but i gotta get from state to state
these hoes was barely on me, now they searchin’ for that weddin’ cake
more check deposits help me relax and just meditate
and more euphoric sedatives, she say she tryna elevate
more attention lately, so that means there’s less privacy
and more arrogance calls for way less modesty
i’m just now gettin’ on but i always been a prodigy
she said she don’t want me but she just not thinkin’ logically
i’m tired of these underneath rappers who be posin’
i do this sh-t ’cause i was chosen
from the penthouse, you see la like josh rosen
purple raptor phantom ’cause i just brought derozan

[chorus]
i need more paper, need more paper
i need more paper, need more paper
i need more paper, need more paper
i need more paper, need more paper
i need more paper, more women and more bottles
i need more haters, more stress and more problems
i need more paper, more women and more bottles
i need more haters, more stress and more problems

[verse 2]
more figures comin’ in, that’s why i have accountants though
these n-ggas prolly smokin’ gas but they don’t want an ounce of smoke
whenever i be in the booth, it’s more amounts of pounds of c0ke
i’m down to roll with some model b-tches and they down the road
i need more serviettes ’cause all my n-ggas eatin’
back and forth across the country, makin’ moves like every weekend
less sleepin’, got me tweakin’, i had jumped off in the deep end
where the sharks be out there lurkin’ and connivin’ and be creepin’
yeah, i need more of them benjis, yeah, i spend more than a semi
i do not need less than a trendy
i need more of the lawrys
i see these n-ggas, they sorry, i’m thinkin’ ’bout porshes and ‘raris
got all these hoes on me ’cause i been makin’ more money
and they seen the car in the west poppin’
and i need some more options, bossin’ over fettuccine
don’t want no capers in my pasta
more rubber bands for my hundred dollar bills
and more bad hoes with fat -ss, i hope it’s real
there’s more champagne in the fridge to keep it chill
she gettin’ more and more touchy, takin’ molly for the thrill

[chorus]
man, i need more paper, more women and more bottles
i need more haters, more stress and more problems
i need more paper, more women and more bottles
i need more haters, more stress and more problems

[outro]
yeah, man, like
if you ain’t f-ck with me then, don’t try and f-ck with me now
like it’s over with like for everybody like
if you don’t love me now
if you not from the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, get off
it’s the king of the south bay, west coast
yeah
yeah

- nicky nicardo lyrics

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