Get a Bit More

Lyrics

Intro: It's FB's Foreign Beggars This how we do it Dag Nabbit One, Two, One, Two Just to let you know (We get a bit more) (We get a bit more) (We get a bit more) P's (We get a bit more) Hype (We get a bit more) Love (We get a bit more) Shows (We get a bit more) (We get a bit more) We get a lot more What you know about that man? Foreign Beggars up in the place boy! (We get a bit more) [Verse 1: Metropolis] I've been around for a hot minute When it comes to droppin' bars I'm hot wit' it Get a mic to set a man down to floor, pin it Them man are goin' like clowns, I'm not in it See me with the rim she's probably your mate But after [?] I'm with this [?] I walk in it Better know when I'm'a roll Nicole (Gash!) It's twenty-one cents or less to [?] I'm in it to win it, I'm gonna be a star Damn right, cause my grind is flawless When I'm flowing the mic it's straight raucous Some wanna hate but the real ones support us Bruv, I gets loved from the earth's four corners Buff gas the man to princess the porpoise My speech to beats frequently applauded Cause the track I be bringing more heat than free saunas That's steamin' hot, I'm a fiend for success, gotta reach the top Gotta beans this boff, yes, but I peep a lot Not to beef or cause stress but a brother needs to walk Cause least four skets in a week's a plot Bustin' up them broad, cup of tea and cotch like (Aah!) It's either that or a chill beer, looking back at the gash Like, 'Why are you still here?' I work focused, cause I ain't tryna be broke Or sleep on these streets or surf sofas Every single man on the team is so dope You would've thought we're a league of pro smokers But we're more like cobras, covert soldiers Catching joint Z's on the sofa I want a house with a butler, cooks and chauffeur So I can let my P's like a broker [Chorus] Heard you get P's (But we get a bit more) Heard you get gash (But we get a bit more) What, you think you'll get fans (But we get a bit more) If you talk about heat? (Then we'll get a lot more) Heard you get P's (But we get a bit more) Heard you get gash (But we get a bit more) What, you think you'll get fans (But we get a bit more) If you talk about heat? (Then we'll get a lot more) [Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron] Yeah, ya, yo, I been doin' this shit since way back Before you heard 'Pow!' before you said 'Wasteman!' Back when I was plannin' my cheques on that Ray-Bans Back before [?] said 'Hoo!' said, 'No take-man' Like I'd get with the game cause I'm not Ain't even touching the seam on my top You could've clocked us, hot [?] Poppin' us [?] if I gave man a clart (Pussy!) I shit your [?] like a hot rod Catch your P's, couple T's off from the top pot Get your bees with the knees off from the hot wad Got the breeze off, like You ain't got what it takes to be one of these MCs You ain't ever breathes on tracks just like these You ain't ever seen or heard about P but Trust, I been giving them taste just like [?] Or with that even flow when I rolled Screw face [?] went down cold I don't really think that you got blow When I rolled with your mouth on the dick You're my girl and I know it Trust, I'm a little bit older, little bit wiser, likkle bit colder When I bust through I bust through like a soldier I know it's our time but somebody should've told ya Got many girls like spitting the hardest Delivering flows, plus I'm hitting my targets I ain't ever seen you come a back much of a bat Like every day cause I'm an artist So what, you wanna step to the fam? Could even go and get pulled for your mans You might find yourself stretched to the ground For the lies that your life was worth messing about [Chorus] Heard you get P's (But we get a bit more) Heard you get gash (But we get a bit more) What, you think you'll get fans (But we get a bit more) If you talk about heat? (Then we'll get a lot more) Heard you get P's (But we get a bit more) Heard you get gash (But we get a bit more) What, you think you'll get fans (But we get a bit more) If you talk about heat? (Then we'll get a lot more)