G-Eazy — Order More Remix

Gotti Yo [Intro: Starrah] I got racks on the menu She need more, shawty, cash on the menu Show some more, need that ass on a menu Make it clap we got cash on the menu [Chorus: Starrah] Oooh, fuck around and order more money Oooh, fuck around and order more Oooh baby, we gon' order more money Oooh, fuck around and order more [Verse 1: G-Eazy] 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 drugs and a bunch of shots After party at my crib, oh, with a bunch of thots So order more bottles, don't care what the cost My neighbor is a bitch, they tried to call the cops (you bitch) Fuck you I'm living life, all good don't need advice Pussy is my favorite vice, I see you, I get enticed Them titties nice, tonight, I'ma hit it twice Coming home on that Bay Bridge 2 AM on them city nights, yeah [Chorus: Starrah] Oooh, fuck around and order more money Oooh, fuck around and order more Oooh, baby, we gon' order more money Oooh, fuck around and order more [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] 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 bitch on a scooter Took her straight to the Fountainbleau, 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 Shawty's ass so fat, rattle Told a bitch I love her, liar Waitress all out of ones, fired Pfft, I got old money, I can retire with it Tryna fuck a check up now, ain't tryna die with it Money bag, money bag Got a whole bunch of stacks, got a whole lotta ass If for her, I just might [Chorus: Starrah] Oooh, fuck around and order more money Oooh, fuck around and order more Oooh, baby, we gon' order more money Oooh, throw a pound and order more [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] 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 fucking ass off She take her fucking pants off, and dance her fucking ass off She let me feel that ass soft, charge it to my Black Card She fucked me for that iPhone, she so tired of that Android An outdoor person, having orgies in my backyard I think her ass got steroids, this dick, it feel like heroin Lil Tunechi, the East landlord, but I had to expand, Lord Shining on these niggas, 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 pussy, not on 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 [Chorus: Starrah] Oooh, fuck around and order more money (order some more cash boy) Oooh, fuck around and order more (drop that Coupe on alloys) Oooh, baby we gon' order more money (now I got that bag, boy, now I got that bag, boy) Oooh, throw a pound and order more (Weezy F. Band Boy, just order some more cash, boy) [Outro: Lil Wayne] Oh, yeah, it's Young Mula, baby