the more the merrier

[Chorus]
The more hoes the merrier, she said, "Megan, I'll marry ya"
I get you that Visa, make you cum inside my area
I don't fuck with Mary Jane, I sip on Rosé, Grimace Shake
Shout-out mental, Gwen and Tay, she never listen when I say

[Verse 1]
I might just go Taylor mode, make my own version of the tape
My green getting tight right now, I might just go import instead
The shit I gotta do, don't let the pop shit get into your head
I'm talking my shit in this moment, it's getting over your head, yeah (Ayy, this is real nigga music, bitch)
I'm on the runway, I don't even like it
Fashion week not my style, they put me in ass fits
I got other hoes and she say she don't mind it
Man, it's pride month, all my gay niggas poppin' they shit
They call me Megatron, call me on my telephone
If you not a pretty bitch, you won't understand me, no
"Putting poison in my system," boy, it's just alcohol
I done blocked all of my hoes, you piss me off, you gotta go

[Chorus]
The more hoes the merrier, she said, "Megan, I'll marry ya"
I get you that Visa, make you cum inside my area
I don't fuck with Mary Jane, I sip on Rosé, Grimace Shake
Shout-out mental, Gwen and Tay, she never listen when I say

[Verse 2]
Niggas love to gossip 'til they going missing
I am not involved, I rather diss 'em
Niggas crossed me, ain't no Christian
Oh, you heard? But you ain't listen
You niggas act like some bitches
Can't wait 'til that boy get jumped
End of topic, of discussion, yeah

[Outro:4cf]
From Paris, France to New York City
You already know this shit imported straight from Europe, nigga