Movin' Too Fast
Ohh, ohh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, uh, aye, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh
(A-A-Ayo T, do yo magic)
I'm swervin' in lambos i'm high off my ass
I'm spending my cash and I can't make it last
You bringin' up shit that was all in the past
I'm doing 200, I'm moving too fast
I'm flyin' to Cali, come straight from the valley
Lets go to the islands, I'm thinkin' 'bout Maui
I'll cook in the kitchen they callin' me Ramsay
I'm runnin' it up and I'm countin' my tallie's
I'm getting too lit, its the 4th of July
Bad lil bitch keep playing iSpy
'nother house party I'm living my life
Y'all just hate, took your boo she fine
I made me a Milly off just being silly
I run through the city, I'm gonna stay busy
I got too much purple, it's making me dizzy
I go to the room and she tryna get jiggy
I got money on my mind, I'm just tryna get in line
Big moves all 2020, they can't pass me if they try
Ain't catching me if you lose
Dropped another 800 on shoes
Talkin' shit but I'm getting the views
They showing me up on the news
Aye, what is she saying?
What is she doing?
I'm getting the movement, I'm picking and choosin'
They know that they losin', I'm gonna keep movin'
Now she talk 'bout the past
What we always did and what we had
Why she so mad? I'm getting fucked up and I ain't going back
I-I-I'm swervin' in lambos i'm high off my ass
I'm spending my cash and I can't make it last
You bringin' up shit that was all in the past
I'm doing 200, I'm moving too fast
I'm flying to Cali, come straight from the valley
Lets go to the islands, I'm thinkin' 'bout Maui
I'll cook in the kitchen they callin' me Ramsay
I'm running it up and I'm counting my tallies
They say T.S.Z. got it he making the moves
Man on a mission, I'm getting the clues
Speak bad on my name, hope you calling it trues
Not worried bout you, I'm enjoying the views
Aye, Aye, i'm smoking on tree, got me high as a bee
I'm packing my shit and I'm gone to the seas
Can't fuck with you niggas, you act like a flea
Y'all buggin' around and I cant even see
Bandz, Bandz, Bandz
She just telling me to rack it up
Bitch you said I can't
But look at me I'm high above
Aye, Now I got racks, these bitches got cake
Im flyin' so far and I'm going through states
You look like a dummy if you just gon' hate
I'm going so far and that's no debate
Big
Racks
Big
Packs
I'm
Gone
This won't last
Big
Racks
Big
Packs
Im
Gone
This won't last
Trust me, we not the same and you just a lame
I was born for this shit so I hopped in the game
These niggas keep switchin' up, Still in my lane
Them haters keep talkin', it's makin' me bling
I work on my own, do things on my own
These bitches keep talkin', just leave me alone
I'm getting too fucked up, pass me the patron'
My visions too blurry, don't know my way home
I-I-I'm swervin' in lambos i'm high off my ass
I'm spending my cash and I can't make it last
You bringin' up shit that was all in the past
I'm doing 200, I'm moving too fast
I'm flying to Cali, come straight from the valley
Lets go to the islands, I'm thinkin' 'bout Maui
I'll cook in the kitchen they callin' me Ramsay
I'm running it up and I'm counting my tallies
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, uh, aye, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh
(A-A-Ayo T, do yo magic)
I'm swervin' in lambos i'm high off my ass
I'm spending my cash and I can't make it last
You bringin' up shit that was all in the past
I'm doing 200, I'm moving too fast
I'm flyin' to Cali, come straight from the valley
Lets go to the islands, I'm thinkin' 'bout Maui
I'll cook in the kitchen they callin' me Ramsay
I'm runnin' it up and I'm countin' my tallie's
I'm getting too lit, its the 4th of July
Bad lil bitch keep playing iSpy
'nother house party I'm living my life
Y'all just hate, took your boo she fine
I made me a Milly off just being silly
I run through the city, I'm gonna stay busy
I got too much purple, it's making me dizzy
I go to the room and she tryna get jiggy
I got money on my mind, I'm just tryna get in line
Big moves all 2020, they can't pass me if they try
Ain't catching me if you lose
Dropped another 800 on shoes
Talkin' shit but I'm getting the views
They showing me up on the news
Aye, what is she saying?
What is she doing?
I'm getting the movement, I'm picking and choosin'
They know that they losin', I'm gonna keep movin'
Now she talk 'bout the past
What we always did and what we had
Why she so mad? I'm getting fucked up and I ain't going back
I-I-I'm swervin' in lambos i'm high off my ass
I'm spending my cash and I can't make it last
You bringin' up shit that was all in the past
I'm doing 200, I'm moving too fast
I'm flying to Cali, come straight from the valley
Lets go to the islands, I'm thinkin' 'bout Maui
I'll cook in the kitchen they callin' me Ramsay
I'm running it up and I'm counting my tallies
They say T.S.Z. got it he making the moves
Man on a mission, I'm getting the clues
Speak bad on my name, hope you calling it trues
Not worried bout you, I'm enjoying the views
Aye, Aye, i'm smoking on tree, got me high as a bee
I'm packing my shit and I'm gone to the seas
Can't fuck with you niggas, you act like a flea
Y'all buggin' around and I cant even see
Bandz, Bandz, Bandz
She just telling me to rack it up
Bitch you said I can't
But look at me I'm high above
Aye, Now I got racks, these bitches got cake
Im flyin' so far and I'm going through states
You look like a dummy if you just gon' hate
I'm going so far and that's no debate
Big
Racks
Big
Packs
I'm
Gone
This won't last
Big
Racks
Big
Packs
Im
Gone
This won't last
Trust me, we not the same and you just a lame
I was born for this shit so I hopped in the game
These niggas keep switchin' up, Still in my lane
Them haters keep talkin', it's makin' me bling
I work on my own, do things on my own
These bitches keep talkin', just leave me alone
I'm getting too fucked up, pass me the patron'
My visions too blurry, don't know my way home
I-I-I'm swervin' in lambos i'm high off my ass
I'm spending my cash and I can't make it last
You bringin' up shit that was all in the past
I'm doing 200, I'm moving too fast
I'm flying to Cali, come straight from the valley
Lets go to the islands, I'm thinkin' 'bout Maui
I'll cook in the kitchen they callin' me Ramsay
I'm running it up and I'm counting my tallies
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Writer(s): T. Z.
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