Yeah   Plan B   Its the empty grid, if you get me!      (Chorus)   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 'n' them   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:      (Chorus)   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 'n' them   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   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      (Chorus)   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 'n' them   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