Motions

Popped like uh xannie I'm rollin
Call up a thot when I'm on it
I tell her tell me she u want it
Fell off in it til 3 in the morning
Soon as I wake back in motion
Cant get lost in thee emotions
Life movin like roller coasters
Keep uh hitta fa any commotion
I circle the block for that back end
I slide on yo bitch when I'm back in
Hand on my wrist from the back end
That nigga she wit with the cappin
I'm wit my woadies in traffic
No top on the coop down Atlantic
I just focus on me never you cant go out sad catching the blues

Quis I'm poppin like I'm rick james
Chop the top I'm down on biscayne
Bitch I'm poppin like I been famous
Money talks quis been paid up
Watch fa them chatty patties that be dissin
I'm cool calm and collecting my dividends
Ducking the cops while committing sins
Pulling these thots with no mini vans
They be up on yo top when you in demand
Pull up on yo block like the uber man
If it ain't bout the gwap I'm cooling then
Catch me posting up shop wit the hooligans
More money more problems I get it
Rather die rich then give it to the kiddies
Underdog never needed ya pitty
Rich than famous give uh fuck bout a critic
You wanna talk then book uh interview
Quis you full of yourself what got into you
Life love lies and ridicule Just been stacking money to get rid of dudes
Know they plotting on me gotta stick and move
Only poppin up to come and hit ya boo

Aye I dont think I'm giving her back tho

Popped like uh xannie I'm rollin
Call up a thot when I'm on it
I tell her tell me she u want it
Fell off in it til 3 in the morning
Soon as I wake back in motion
Cant get lost in thee emotions
Life movin like roller coasters
Keep uh hitta fa any commotion
I circle the block for that back end
I slide on yo bitch when I'm back in
Hand on my wrist from the back end
That nigga she wit with the cappin
I'm wit my woadies in traffic

No top on the coop down Atlantic
I just focus on me never you cant go out sad catching the blues

Ooh yea ain't nothing they can tell us
Money on my mind dont know what's on yo cerebellum yea
Moving to the top higher than a reverend you ain't catch the line hearts always severed
Uh bitch cold heart money's the target
Niggas is flawless my team is the wardens
Bitch in the garden we ballin fa callin
Its uh check now
I'm gone I'm checked out
I'm gone I wrecked out In uh maserati with the chest out
Got ya bitch now in that front seat giving neck now
Almost to the telly almost done passed out yea
Pulled up to the telly told her get her ass out
Got up out the whip baby had her ass out
Bout to dump truck take the trash out



Credits
Writer(s): Ladarius Denson
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