Grass Ain't Greener ft. Mr.Tz Lyrics

Heavy hitter from the DMV turned 23

Now these niggas wanna envy me Cause I'm MVP of the MP3

Pray to God they don't get to me Cause they sent for me

On the road blowing MPG

But I'm so possessed put a spell on me

In the booth committing felonies

In case one you niggas try to bury me

I'll turn this shit into a murder scene

I want all the beef but no Burger King

Cause I'm moving on to some further things

Getting stronger Hercules

Money longer burglaries

Going hard no sympathy

Me and God like a symphony

When I snatch her soul Holy Trinity

All that back and forth that ain't really me

I can't let you niggas take my energy

But you better not test my inner G

Fore I spin your block you in jeopardy

And you better not tag or mention me

Coldest nigga of the century

When I'm going out that's my legacy

Grass ain't greener on the other side

But the money is at least to my eyes

So if imma eat then include the guys

Cause they raised the stakes with a side of fries

There's more bread to make so don't act surprised

When the money young till we old and wise

Everybody been through lows and highs

Taking chances gotta roll the dice

Problems bad but my girl badder

Money longer stacking 2 ladders

Strive for greatness I can do better

Pink moscato be the mood setter

Left her soaking only pools wetter

Keep em sweating in the cool weather

Whip I'm driving with the new leather

50 biddies like I'm Hugh Hefner

King Nane I'm a playboy

But don't ever think I'm here to play boy

This ain't no fucking Playstation

Smoking sheets this the gas station

95 like I'm drag racing

This my time I've been mad patient

Money coming kinda fast ain't it

Picture perfect and you can't paint it

Money coming tryna find out what to do

Women weed and weather put me in the mood

Only thing I need don't need no substitute

Nother place to be I'm on another move

Put that shit that gear it's time to fucking drive

Liquor that I'm sipping got me fucking right

Bitches steady blowing up my fucking line

Grass ain't always greener on the other side

Pretty women really be my kryptonite

Light a blunt and raise a bottle to the sky

Cause we going way way fucking up tonight

Little bit of green will help me feel alright

We chiefing rolling

Riding and rollercoasting

Linking with all the biddies

And getting dough with the bros and

Just goes to show

That all that glitters ain't gold

I heard that pressure make diamonds

But keep a hold on your soul cause

Money coming tryna find out what to do

Women weed aand weather put me in the mood

Only thing I need don't need no substitute

Nother place to be I'm on another move

Put that shit that gear it's time to fucking drive

Liquor that I'm sipping got me fucking right

Bitches steady blowing up my fucking line

Grass ain't always greener on the other side