The Hit Factory Criteria, Miami, FL - Amsterdam lyrics

[Intro: Teedra Moses] We get ghost, you already know what it is Money stuffed in my bag Maybach sh** Cameras in the ceiling, Céline on my arm [Verse 1] Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us Refugees runnin' wild, Wyclef with a SIG Sauer Nothin' to lose, I was starvin' from the start Now the same cat drivin' Jaguars Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November Keys to the city got k**ers who slither with me Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty Billionaire bid, wrists on chill Standin' in the field of dreams, tryna see a hundred mil These boys goin' blind they just happy bein' free In a world of so many I just wanted me a ki' Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece Slice of cheesecake before my n***as all deceased These boys snort lines, I'm fine just sippin' wine Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind [Hook] I'm Berry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on Real n***a to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm livin' through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burnin' Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf [Verse 2] Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick Always runnin' late, quick to show up with your b**h The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit Red or blue, do you, as long as you're gettin' rich Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a n***a pocket change These n***as actin' like they want a war! When it come to whackin' n***as I done won awards n***a, you a b**h, where yo' Honda Accord? I'm ridin' in some sh** only I can afford Shouldn't claim the hood til you build a rapport Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour I'm laughin' at the people who label me poor Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was p**n [Hook] I'm Berry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on Real n***a to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm livin' through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burnin' Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf [Outro] I'm speakin' on unwritten laws, the code of the streets I'm not the type of n***a that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him And do what the f** you want to do n***as like me, you gotta get permission homie And that could take a long time! In that time, I'mma handle my motherf**in' business.. Ugh! Ugh! It's the red light district, n***a this Amsterdam Wherever the f** I'm at It's a no go We green light you b**h n***as Rozay