Yeah 
Plan 
(Unknown) 

 [bad word]  
More money 
More cash 
More flow 
More dough 
Even more so 
Even more cash for more dough 
More tuck spit line tip lines 
I can spit rhymes when I spit grime 
F**kin' glit, man 
More kick more snare more claps 
More bass more synths make it more fat 
More power more (Unknown) 
More speed more BPM 
More people kicking back with the Jacks 
On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat 
More people letting go if you feel my flow 
Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya 
Yeah, from ya head to ya toes 
Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones 

(Verse 1) 
From ya head to ya toes, move to the beat, with ya feet 
I wanna see 
More people in the club gettin' twist 
More people spreading love when I spit 
I wanna see 
More people on the floor then there is 
More people at the door being frizzed 
I wanna see 
Less fights, this night, less gats 
More stacking on the floor where no-one at 
More venues in the ends where it's at 
More venues in the ends playin' rap 
I wanna see 

Less boys, less minds, less cats 
More girls, more women, more cash 
More gally who know how to act 
When everything they got on show lookin' fat 
I wanna see 
Yeah, you know we've had enough 
It's when we say "More" 
Cos' we can never have enough 
We'll always want: 

 [bad word]  
More money 
More cash 
More flow 
More dough 
Even more so 
Even more cash for more dough 
More tuck spit line tip lines 
I can spit rhymes when I spit grime 
F**kin' glitmants 
More kick more snare more claps 
More bass more synths make it more fat 
More power more (Unknown) 
More speed more BPM 
More people kicking back with the Jacks 
On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat 
More people letting go if you feel my flow 
Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya 
Yeah, from ya head to ya toes 
Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones 

(Verse 2) 
Can't dance, just do somethin' rhyme den 
All girl dem 
All mine, dem 
Can't dance, just do somethin' rhyme den 
All girl dem 
All mine, dem 
You can't dance, just do somethin' rhyme den 
All girl dem 
All mine, dem 
F**k it, nobody want's to dance no more 
Too much murder on the dancing floor 
Cos' we can never have enough 
We'll always want more 
Cos' we can never have enough 
We'll always want more 
And you know when we've had enough 
It's when we say "More" 
Cos' we can never have enough 

 [bad word]  
More money 
More cash 
More flow 
More dough 
Even more so 
Even more cash for more dough 
More tuck spit line tip lines 
I can spit rhymes when I spit grime 
F**kin' glitmants 
More kick more snare more claps 
More bass more synths make it more fat 
More power more (Unknown) 
More speed more BPM 
More people kicking back with the Jacks 
On the crack with the jack looking back two seconds flat 
More people letting go if you feel my flow 
Don't hold back, let it show from your head to ya 
Yeah, from ya head to ya toes 
Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones 
From ya head to ya toes, move to the beat, with ya feet 

Yeah 
Plan 
Epic Man