I Want More
(Introduction)
Yooo!

(Chorus)
I said four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more nigga.
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more nigga.
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more nigga.
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more.

(Verse)
I got diamonds on my wrist, ice in my veins.
Wearin' a million dollars on my neck, call me 2Chainz.
Ya' bitch call me over and then she gave me brain.
I'm partying with my niggas, that bitch screamin' Gucci Mane.
All these niggas preachin' and hatin'.
We stayed on the line and we waitin'.
Try'na cop a new red drop top.
Nigga try'na steal; we gon' shoot you "pop pop"!
You try'na pull up, but you know you'd get it.
Still talkin' shit boy, I already said it.
Why you talkin' boy, I'm copping bread.
Nigga shit the fuck up, enough said!
(Chorus)
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more nigga.
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more-.
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more nigga.
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more-.

(Verse)
All my niggas in the front move to the back.
I'm ridin' through the city with my girl('s) soundtrack.
Takin' shots with yo' girl's Cognac.
When the night's over we all gon' be smacked.
We gon' be smacked.
Yeeeaah!
We gon' be smacked.
Heeeey!
Yeeeaah!
We gon' be smacked!
We gon', we gon'.
I might [?]HEEDEE HEEDEE HEEDEE 'til we on the floor!
We gon' fuck my baby girl some more.
This sex finna turn into [?]a war.
In the next five minutes it's a hardcore.
(Chorus)
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more nigga.
Four door, five door, six door, seven door, eight door,
I want more nigga.