Move

(Move, hey)
(Yea yea, yea)
(Ou, yea, Ou)
Move! Please get the fuck out my way
Want the money I'm tryna get paid
I can't wait till I fly cross the country
Imma take it so far you can't touch me
I'll be living my life like a movie
Chasing money these niggas be snoozy
Test ya luck n that shit gon' get spooky
Took ya bitch cause I know she a groupie
Fell in and fell out of love
Broke up with that bitch cuz I know she a dub
She wanted a ship but I can't be committed
I told that lil bitch I'll be gone by tomorrow
And most of these niggas is false
They stuck in they ways and ain't making no calls
But still I be jiggin' it kickin' it winnin' it
Getting a bag and ain't planning to pause
Way too cold
Feeling hot put my watch on froze
Spin the block with like 2,3 polls
Bullets fly when I up this hoe
And I'm feeling fly today
Rick Ownes my denim designer my coat
On the beat know I float like a boat
When I'm up want 200 a show
No time on the clock I cannot waste it
Know I got it in lock you cannot replace it
Gunnin' it just like a bull
Gas in the tank and I got it on full
Runnin' a race I got packs in the bowl
Packs to the face I put ash on the floor yea
Move! Please get the fuck out my way
Want the money I'm tryna get paid
I can't wait till I fly cross the country
Imma take it so far you can't touch me
I'll be living my life like a movie
Chasing money these niggas be snoozy
Test ya luck n that shit gon' get spooky
Took ya bitch cause I know she a groupie
Talk out his mouth and this choppa gon' get em gone
When I come on the block know they get along
Hit my line if you needing it for the low
Know I got everything like a corner store
I came through with the pack and the sack
And I taxin everything I sell like I need a loan
High as fuck in the back of the Bach
With two bad bitches I can tell that they feelin grown
Ugh, one more thing
Thought I already told ain't no broad day thing
End of the discussion ain't no all day thing
If you mix like that then you won't like me yea
Imma die a legend like that
Ain't no need to fight back
I way up I'm past em all yea
Move! Please get the fuck out my way
Want the money I'm tryna get paid
I can't wait till I fly cross the country
Imma take it so far you can't touch me
I'll be living my life like a movie
Chasing money these niggas be snoozy
Test ya luck n that shit gon' get spooky
Took ya bitch cause I know she a groupie



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Writer(s): Patrick Barquoi
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