Order More (feat. Lil Wayne, Yo Gotti & Starrah)

作曲：Gerald Gillum,Gary Hill,Brittany Hazzard,Matthew Pearson,David Claxton,Dwayne Carter,Mario Mims

作词：Gerald Gillum,Gary Hill,Brittany Hazzard,Matthew Pearson,David Claxton,Dwayne Carter,Mario Mims

I got racks on the menu

She need more shawty cash on the menu

Show some more need that a** on a menu

Make it clap cause we got cash on the menu

Oooh f**k around and order more money

Oooh f**k around and order more

Oooh baby we gon' order more money

Oooh f**k around and order more

I'm popping champagne now I'm pouring more

I just ran out of ones it's time to order more

So if you want this cash you gotta show some more

That private dance is through that corridor let's go

I'm off ** and a bunch of shots

After party at my crib with a bunch of thots

So order more bottles don't care what the cost

My neighbor is a b**ch they tried to call the cops you b**ch

F**k you I'm living life all good don't need advice

P**sy is my favorite vice I see you I get enticed

Them ** nice tonight I'ma hit it twice

Coming home on that Bay Bridge

Two AM on them city nights yeah

Oooh f**k around and order more money

Oooh f**k around and order more

Oooh baby we gon' order more money

Oooh throw a pound and order more

Keep a bag blow a bag throw a bag it ain't nothin'

I'm the weatherman thunderstorm forecast whole hundred

Don't want no model girl I want a bottle girl

And you want a baller girl and I'm right here balling girl

I'mma send you an Uber and she from Aruba

She know nothing about this thug life she like what is a shooter

Took her down in Miami put that b**ch on a scooter

Took her striaght to the phantom too

I know just how to do her

She said she had a man but she know how to maneuver

She give me head underwater so I'mma call her my scuba

Doubt Rolls Royce on deck travel

Shawtie's a** so fat rattle

Told a b**ch I love her liar

Waitress all out of ones fired

I got old money I can return with it

Tryna f**k a check up now ain't tryna die with it

Money bag money bag

Got a whole bunch of stacks got a whole lotta a**

If for her I just might

Oooh f**k around and order more money

Oooh f**k around and order more

Oooh baby we gon' order more money

Oooh throw a pound and order more

I'm about to order some more money

Just to throw it at her

That money doesn't matter

I'll make it back mañana

I hit it like a batter

I make it rat-a-tat-a

I never give her answers I never give her data

Mama she a dancer she dance her f**king a** off

She take her f**king pants off and dance her f**king a** off

She let me feel that a** off

Charge it to my black card

She f**ked me for that iphone she so tired of that android

An outdoor person having orgies in my backyard

I think her a** got steriods this ** feel like h****n

Lil Tunechi the East landlord but I had to expand lord

Shining on these ** got them looking for some tan oil

I got all these bands boy these hoes call me band boy

Weezy F. Band boy stay in p**sy not the tabloids

And just to think I was the bag boy

Now I got that bag boy drop that coupe on alloys

Just order some more cash boy

Just order some more cash boy

Oooh f**k around and order more money

Oooh f**k around and order more

Oooh baby we gon' order more money

Oooh throw a pound and order more