Moving Too Fast (feat. Young Nudy)

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
You hear that, right?
Keep quiet

I hop in the booth with my gym shoes, I'm 'bout to run me a lap
She let a nigga play peek-a-boo, you didn't see none of that (ooh)
All of my money is colorful, I thought we doin' some math (ay)
You wanna fuck in my bedroom, baby, you movin' too fast (ooh)
Took her to the hotel room and she started throwin' it back
Fuckin' with bitches like, follow me back
That's worser than callin' you back (damn)
All of my money, it's all in the stacks (damn)
I run it up, yeah (damn, damn)

Brought your ho' to the palace and I fucked that ho' in panties (the palace)
I was somewhere in Cali', smokin' on her best friend Kaly (for Kaly)
Got her pussy wet, you know, she drippin' like my jewels (my jewels)
Make her pop her pussy, like my tool, is that what I do? (Yeah)
I'm the truth and she knowin' what I do (yeah)

Fuck her so good, I send that bitch right back to you (I sent that bitch right back to you)
Another bitch start playin' that peek-a-boo (play that peek-a-boo)
Never see her again, yeah, never see her
At times, she might see me, I got her friend (I got her friend)
It's gettin' too far, so I buy the bitch when she got friends (yeah, she got friends)

Kick it with hoes, call them bitches twins (call them bitches twins)
She love a slimer, I got "Ew" (I got "Ew")
Say she wanna shove me with her friend (wanna shove me with her friend)
I love when two hoes at it, they go in (they go in)
I always gotta put my two cents in, and I- (yeah, slime, slime)

I hop in the booth with my gym shoes, I'm 'bout to run me a lap
She let a nigga play peek-a-boo, you didn't see none of that (ooh)
All of my money is colorful, I thought we doin' some math (ay)
You wanna fuck in my bedroom, baby, you movin' too fast (ooh)
Took her to the hotel room and she started throwin' it back
Fuckin' with bitches like, follow me back
That's worser than callin' you back (ooh)
All of my money, it's all in the stacks
I run it up, yeah

Yeah (ay), every time I pull up on you, like you set me up
Ballin' like the fantasy league, you won't bet with us
I need like, two, three freaks that play 'round with cuffs
Fill her up like Thanksgiving, like she ate too much
She want Chanel stuff (ay)
I can grant you your desires if you suck me up
Shit, I will dress you if you swallow
My bitch bad, that's my boo, but it's not a problem
Stupid nigga, with your groovy nigga, shoot him and unfollow her
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

I can fuck all these models (yeah), boujee hoes get borrowed (yeah)
I guess it's my turn, I'm gon' give her back tomorrow (chill)
She in my calendar (yeah), her pussy a forecast
I guess it look wet today (day), I make her water splash (ooh)
I can tell you don't know who I am (no), you never seen all of this cash (yeah)
She love the way that I'm rubbin' her skin (ooh), after she oiled it
Her pussy a pool, I'm jumpin' right in (yeah), I do a flip in her cat
She wanna pile box events (ay), and know I'm breakin' her back
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

I hop in the booth with my gym shoes, I'm 'bout to run me a lap
She let a nigga play peek-a-boo, you didn't see none of that (ooh)
All of my money is colorful, I thought we doin' some math (ay)
You wanna fuck in my bedroom, baby, you movin' too fast (ooh)
Took her to the hotel room and she started throwin' it back
Fuckin' with bitches like, follow me back
That's worser than callin' you back (oh)
All of my money, it's all in the stacks
I run it up, yeah (ay)



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks, Quantavious Tavario Thomas
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