Movin'

Moving creeping on my way to this cake
I ain't got no time to waste when there's money to make
Keep ya loved ones close & speparate from the fake
Been trynna live my life better but I'm trapped in my ways
Fuck the haters I can't wait to see the look on they face
Stay on ya toes the game is cold don't fuck around and get played
Smoked out chillin In the ride
Hold the 7 to the sky
Roll the paper planes and let em fly

Never trippin off a lame ass bitch
I been gettin to this cheddar I been making them cents
You be talkin out yo neck it don't even make sense
Get yo sad ass out my DMs why you acting a simp
Hit a couple times then I'm ghost wit it
I ain't type that'll let you get close to me
I been coolin baby I'ma sevenohsav
She compliment my hands when I thumb through these bands
Had to free the bitch she was playin them games
I ain't investing any time if their ain't nothing to gain
Got no love for a bitch just the love for the game
She be gettin hella salty when they bring up my name
I'm in a 4 door dippin on 80 straight to the chicken
Push a 100 on the dash the fast life what I'm livin
Birds flock when they see the loaf
Never boast hit up coast
We as realist and they know
And the actions let it show

Moving creeping on my way to this cake
I ain't got no time to waste when theres money to make
Keep ya loved ones close & speparate from the fake
Been trynna live my life better but I'm trapped in my ways
Fuck the haters I can't wait to see the look on they face
Stay on ya toes the game is cold don't fuck around and get played
Smoked out chillin In the ride
Hold the 7 to the sky
Roll the paper planes and let em fly

They say tk boy you moving kinda different
We ain't on the same page so I gotta keep my distance
Stay consistent stay true & don't portray a false image
I don't fuck wit weirdos don't acknowledge their existence
Ugh
I'm too fly to meet you down at your level
Roll up & count up keep it the 16th letter
All that fake love around me better save it
She love to call me baby
only hit me when she cravin
First to free the bitch & the last to try and save her
Runtz and the lato I been smokin on some flavors
I could never love a bitch cuz she a choose up quick
Hit the pose flip the bird when they ask for the flick
I ain't trippin off no drama i get straight to the dough
And I don't fuck with lame bitches kick straight em straight to door
I could never get enough cuz I always want more
Haters steady checkin in y'all must really be bored

Moving creeping on my way to this cake
I ain't got no time to waste when theres money to make
Keep ya loved ones close & speparate from the fake
Been trynna live my life better but I'm trapped in my ways
Fuck the haters I can't wait to see the look on they face
Stay on ya toes the game is cold don't fuck around and get played
Smoked out chillin In the ride
Hold the 7 to the sky
Roll the paper planes and let em fly



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Cuevas Iii
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