Lil Less Lil More

[Hook: Rastafari]

Talking on the phone

Best nights on my own

Contemplating not sure

A lil less a lil more [x2]



[Verse 1: Manny Müla]

Catch me in the City where I'm staying

Shawty know I ain't playing

In the rendez-vous she laying

Hear her but don't know what she saying (Nah nah nah)

Lil less love but lil more to drank

Feelings messed up and shawty don't know what to think

Shawty don't know what to thank (Nah nah nah)

She wanna head over to her place

Cut the cake like my birthday

Oh, she can have it her way

Lately she been feeling real thirsty

Had the pussy popping on a Thursday

Finessing with the bottle of champagne

No ring but she wanna take my last name (Nah nah nah)

I could put you on, girl feel this

Shawty come fuck with the realest

Put you on game, no secrets

Shawty what you got is the business

Her kisses, when she swaying

Let her know I ain't playing

But girl let me know if you're staying



[Hook]



[Verse 2: Ace]

Indecisive my major

You laugh now cry later

Quit hiding your anger, with smiles that be faker

My n***as we catered, still chasing the paper

I'm serving these n***as like I was a waiter

The shit that you saying ain't causing no danger

Your plans overtaking, can't get any vaguer

The skies looking grayer

They wish they could tame us

The end looking near cause we rising like vapor



Flow steady deep but this shit is getting deeper

Definition of a keeper; light-skin mamacita

4 o'clock in the evening or the morning, in between it

Yeah I want it, I been fiending

We gon' make it best believe it

Going court killed a feature, in the booth I'm a creature

N***a all I do is win, either acres, millimeters

All this talk is getting cheaper but depends on who the speaker

Asking who shot the preacher, while you deaf to what he teaches (Wassup)





[Bridge x2: Rastafari, Ace & Manny Müla]

A lil less love but a lil more to drank

A lil more partying and a lil less to think



And a lil less to think (Nah nah nah)



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Rastafari]

I ain't tryna' do nothing that you won't do

Baby who you giving that front to

Listen girls always tryna' rumble

And I don't even know what this come to

But anyways listen girl can I call you

Tryna' get them digits and a number

Oh baby what you come for

Come baby lemme give you comfort

Something on top of that

Baby I'm wanting that

Give me a heart attack

God damn that ass so fat

If you not liking that

Switch up some other ass

Bring in another batch, bring in another batch



[Hook]



[Bridge]