Big Band$
I been on the move baby
Tryna move baby
Going up on the Tube lately
Making Moves Ain't He
Shit been getting too crazy
I can't lose baby
Use to wear Shaq
Now I walk around in Foriegn kicks
Hanging with my Foriegn friend
Cuz now I'm into Foriegn
Wearing Gucci's with no socks on
Make my feet hurt
Tell a bitch to get the fuck one I don't need her
If you not fucking fuck ya
Hell na I won't feed her
Blowin Out The zip
Blow with ya bitch occasionally
They say life's a game
That's the reason you can play with me
I been raising choppers
Them my sons you they say with me
It cost to be the boss
So to how I gotta pay the fee
No muthafuckin body
Cuz nobody ain't the boss
I be in my head
I'm my thoughts
Come get lose with me
This niggas stealing sauce
They gone get locked for Larceny
I be making fire they gone lock me up for Arsony
Gucci Louie Prada
Feeling balenciagia
Loubintin with spike say that you getting dollar
Off white on a off night
Sometimes I wanna be alone
Feeling sometime type of way I flip my A's I wear Vlone
My bitch love Valentino
I can't wait till see get home
Riding in a foreign she not leasing it's what see own
Real recognize real
That fake shit don't condone
Ysl smell good as fuck she digging my cologne
She was just on hoe shit now she dying to fuck
But I won't run to her Cuz I'm running it up
I'm lookin for a way
I'm not lookin for love
All my friends are drug addicts
Cuz I'm selling em drugs
Tryna move baby
Going up on the Tube lately
Making Moves Ain't He
Shit been getting too crazy
I can't lose baby
Use to wear Shaq
Now I walk around in Foriegn kicks
Hanging with my Foriegn friend
Cuz now I'm into Foriegn
Wearing Gucci's with no socks on
Make my feet hurt
Tell a bitch to get the fuck one I don't need her
If you not fucking fuck ya
Hell na I won't feed her
Blowin Out The zip
Blow with ya bitch occasionally
They say life's a game
That's the reason you can play with me
I been raising choppers
Them my sons you they say with me
It cost to be the boss
So to how I gotta pay the fee
No muthafuckin body
Cuz nobody ain't the boss
I be in my head
I'm my thoughts
Come get lose with me
This niggas stealing sauce
They gone get locked for Larceny
I be making fire they gone lock me up for Arsony
Gucci Louie Prada
Feeling balenciagia
Loubintin with spike say that you getting dollar
Off white on a off night
Sometimes I wanna be alone
Feeling sometime type of way I flip my A's I wear Vlone
My bitch love Valentino
I can't wait till see get home
Riding in a foreign she not leasing it's what see own
Real recognize real
That fake shit don't condone
Ysl smell good as fuck she digging my cologne
She was just on hoe shit now she dying to fuck
But I won't run to her Cuz I'm running it up
I'm lookin for a way
I'm not lookin for love
All my friends are drug addicts
Cuz I'm selling em drugs
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Writer(s): David Campbell, Antwan Green
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