Lyrics:

Yeah
Plan B
Epic Man Riddim

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
Fuckin' glit, man
More kick more snare more claps
More bass more synths make it more fat
More power more bigger beast dem
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
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:

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
Fuckin' glitmants
More kick more snare more claps
More bass more synths make it more fat
More power more bigger beast dem
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

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
Fuck 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

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
Fuckin' glitmants
More kick more snare more claps
More bass more synths make it more fat
More power more bigger beast dem
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 B
Epic Man