More Than Amil
What you was saying luv
Yea that's what I thought you said
I gotta agree with you there
You boost my ego when you stare
Make a G wanna sing to you yeaa
Met ya mom and she loved me
Right from the jump
Let her know that she sweeter than 3 lumps
In a cup tea so you stuck with me
Mother's Day sterling silver her cutlery
She ain't gotta know drug money paid for it
Lap of luxury living can't wait for it
Won't allow you to pay for a date for us
Now you draped in old gold like Wake Forest
And just keep in mind it won't lose its shine
That's that natural glow like ya brown eyes
I was down bad said don't lose ya grind
Almost lost it all bout to lose my mind
And the grass ain't always greener
But my grass always greener
New dispensary in Alameda
Got me like Jodeci fiening
Bae playing Floetry cleaning
I'm writing poetry scheming
Don't have a plan B this rap shit gotta work
I put my all in this dream
And shawty the heart of this team
The glamour ain't all that it seems
She pushing me while I'm pushing her
That's so we can ball like Kareem
Can't wear my heart on my sleeve
Hoes sniping from the bushes
And they wanna sample my cream
Just know revenge taste delicious bitches
It's Biz
Yea that's what I thought you said
I gotta agree with you there
You boost my ego when you stare
Make a G wanna sing to you yeaa
Met ya mom and she loved me
Right from the jump
Let her know that she sweeter than 3 lumps
In a cup tea so you stuck with me
Mother's Day sterling silver her cutlery
She ain't gotta know drug money paid for it
Lap of luxury living can't wait for it
Won't allow you to pay for a date for us
Now you draped in old gold like Wake Forest
And just keep in mind it won't lose its shine
That's that natural glow like ya brown eyes
I was down bad said don't lose ya grind
Almost lost it all bout to lose my mind
And the grass ain't always greener
But my grass always greener
New dispensary in Alameda
Got me like Jodeci fiening
Bae playing Floetry cleaning
I'm writing poetry scheming
Don't have a plan B this rap shit gotta work
I put my all in this dream
And shawty the heart of this team
The glamour ain't all that it seems
She pushing me while I'm pushing her
That's so we can ball like Kareem
Can't wear my heart on my sleeve
Hoes sniping from the bushes
And they wanna sample my cream
Just know revenge taste delicious bitches
It's Biz
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Bronson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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