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Crispy like cream, need O's by the dozen She heard bout pies, I be bakin' with no oven
And now that I'm a hustler, what money bubbled up
More than your two-time **** who just doubled up
Probably need to huddle up, need a little teamwork
Cause baby, you can talk all day till your teeth hurt
If you ain't bout action, doin' what you speakin' bout
Gotta learn fractions, just feed and make it count
Money is my only route, you can try to merge
And I fucks around, but game tight is a virgin
Loaded and perkin' and being broke means sober
Baby, join my team and it's gon' be the same old
Last night you was mad cause a **** wasn't answering the phone
But now you lonely today, beggin' me to come home
Yeah, beggin' me to come home
What's the confusion, what's up, what's wrong
Yeah, let me know what's on your mind
Cause I'm with the money movin', man, I'm tryin' to shine
One sugar left behind, real spit, no hella get left behind
Hold me down and we'll be alright
No progress, man, when we fuss and fight
Yeah, when we fuss and fight
Two wrongs, man, never make a right
You might hate me now, but you gon' love me
Again in the morning, again in the morning
And if you hold me down, then I'm gon' hold you down
And if you love me, don't act like you don't, girl
Cause you love me so much, you love me so much, you love me so much
And it's good, it's so much more, it's so much more
Your love, your love, your touch, your curse
It's so much more, it's so much more, it's so much more
It's so much more
Tell me I'm the escape
Baby, ain't that the part I taught at Cheesecake
And I don't play the part, I'm squashed here today
It's hard to show emotions, I read it on your face
You lookin' sure, I'm at the Ramada on the ninth floor
My page is on your payroll, the rest of the night, everything is past ten
Lookin' out the black tent, CLS in
Bitch, you get lost in the wind, no stressin
But we can do it better summertime of July
I am playin' how I play, I'm gon' do it to the time, man
Yeah, receivin' all the doors, man
No S-curl, I'm activated, been married to the game
I'm emacipated from fake hoes who be comin' with they bags packed
I'm the right trend, I ain't talkin' bout Amtrak
Yeah, I like your hips and lips, that's why I stay
Tryin' to scoop you like chips and dip
And I ain't trippin' off expensive trips
I'm just lookin' for a Bonnie to my Clyde, that's with the shit
Huh, yeah, and you lookin' like the right one
Street Fighter, Chung-Li, I'm in Vice, son
And I know that we go through problems
But hold me down and it's gon' be solid
You might hate me now
But you gon' love me again and more
Again and more
And if you hold me down
Then I'm gon' hold you down
And you know it, don't act like you love it, girl
Cause you know, you know
So much more, so much more
Let this go on
It's so much more, so much more
Your love, your love
Your touch, your touch
It's so much more, it's so much more
So much more, so much more
It's so much more, so much more
Yeah, it's so much more
It's so much more, so much more
Your love, your love
Your touch, your touch
It's so much more, so much more
Your love, your love
Your touch, your touch
It's so much more, so much more
Your love, your love
Your touch, your touch
Thanks for watching
Written by: Real Deal
