Amsta - Miami Nights Lyrics

Hook:
Fancy cars and diamond rings
Big ole house don't mean shit to me
If you aint coming home
To someone who loves you

Verse 1:

I don't know what u counting
I'm trying count a million
I don't care where u living
Im trying to own a building

I go whodini out the safe straight to the money
David yurman diamonds cut for my honey

I'm in the hive
Where the bees at
So Nicca mind your beez wax
You Chickens head get their beck snapped
You See me once
Gone like its snap chat

No Kicking
No karate
Her Pants pulled off faster than a Maserati
It's all gold Trumps lobby
No entourage
Black and white illuminati's

3 strikes
Only when A nicca bowl
Home plate
Only thang I ever stole
I'm Solo
I'm on my own
A rose out the concrete
I'm so street grown

Hook:
Fancy cars and diamond rings
Big ole house don't mean shit to me
If you aint coming home
To someone who loves you

Verse 2:

Do you love me
Do you love me not
Mentally physically baby
I got your brain hot

Gave you the digital combinations to the spot
Tried to shelter your insecurities
Cause I love you lot

I be in and out
It's difficult to make friends
I swear to god
I'll I take this gasoline
And burn all my ends

We be fighting
Fussing
And be we be arguing
I'm trying to swallow my ego
So we can start again

I ain't perfect
But I'm working on it
I'm trying to be the cherry to top
With the cool whip

I'm trying to hold you hand forever like a school trip
Corporate nicca feeling like money making Mitch

What I look like boo loving a side bitch
It's set in stone
You the only one I riding with it
Only for you
I be on some do or die shit
I ain't afraid to show the world you my chick
I don't thing you feel me though

Hook:
Fancy cars and diamond rings
Big ole house don't mean shit to me
If you aint coming home
To someone who loves you