Yo Gotti - Order More (Remix) lyrics

Gotti Yo [Intro: Starrah] 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 we got cash on the menu [Hook: Starrah] Oooh, f** around and order more money Oooh, f** around and order more Oooh baby, we gon' order more money Oooh, f** 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 d** 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 b**h, they tried to call the cops (you b**h) f** you I'm living life, all good don't need advice p**y 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 [Hook: Starrah] Oooh, f** around and order more money Oooh, f** around and order more Oooh, baby, we gon' order more money Oooh, f** 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 b**h on a scooter Took her straight to the Fontainebleau, 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 a** so fat, rattle Told a b**h I love her, liar Waitress all out of ones, fired Pfft, I got old money, I can retire with it Tryna f** 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 [Hook: Starrah] Oooh, f** around and order more money Oooh, f** 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 f**ing a** off She take her f**ing pants off, and dance her f**ing a** off She let me feel that a** soft, charge it to my Black Card She f**ed me for that iPhone, she so tired of that Android An outdoor person, having orgies in my backyard I think her a** got steroids, this dick, it feel like h**n Lil Tunechi, the East landlord, but I had to expand, Lord Shining on these n***as, 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**y, 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 [Hook: Starrah] Oooh, f** around and order more money (order some more cash boy) Oooh, f** 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