Lyrics:

Single by Plan B and Epic Man about getting amped for the party and going to the club, and all the things they wanna see when they get there.
Yeah, Plan B
It's the epic rhythm, you get me!

More money, more cash, more flow
More dough, even more so
Even more cash even more dough, more time to spit lines, hit lines
I can spit rhymes when I spit grime, fucking split minds
More kick, more snare, more claps
More bass, more synths make it more fat
More power, more bigger beats then
More speed, more B-P-M
More people kicking back with the Jacks
On the crack with the Jack knock it 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 getting 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 frisked
I wanna see less fights, less knives, less gats
More skanking on the floor where no-one at
More venues in the ends where it's at
More venues in the ends playing rap
I wanna see less boys, less minds, less cats
More girls, more women, more gash
More gally who know how to act
When everything they got on show looking fat
I wanna see, yeah, you know when we've had enough
Is when we say 'More' 'cause we can never have enough
We'll always want:

More money, more cash, more flow
More dough, even more so
Even more cash even more dough, more time to spit lines, hit lines
I can spit rhymes when I spit grime, fucking split minds
More kick, more snare, more claps
More bass, more synths make it more fat
More power, more bigger beats then
More speed, more B-P-M
More people kicking back with the Jacks
On the crack with the Jack knock it 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

Can't dance, just do something random
All girl them, all mine them
Can't dance, just do something random
All girl them, all mine them
You can't dance, just do something random
All girl them, all mine them
Fuck it, nobody want's to dance no more
Too much murder on the dancing floor
'Cause we can never have enough
We'll always want more 'cause we can never have enough
We'll always want more and you know when we've had enough
Is when we say 'More' 'cause we can never have enough

More money, more cash, more flow
More dough, even more so
Even more cash even more dough, more time to spit lines, hit lines
I can spit rhymes when I spit grime, fucking split minds
More kick, more snare, more claps
More bass, more synths make it more fat
More power, more bigger beats then
More speed, more B-P-M
More people kicking back with the Jacks
On the crack with the Jack knock it 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