Mayjah Moves
You got the money for me
Mayjah Payne, respect gong
He he he
Do it major, get your paper for real for real
I do it major, get the paper
I aint playing bout my dough
Nowadays it's lack of discipline
And lack of self control
Yo be careful, watch your hands
When cooking on the devil's stove
Life get tricky
You be thinking that you knowing shit you don't
I put that on Jesus sandals
I'm just too hot to handle
Like the blammer I keep bustin
til the motherfucker jam up
I feel something in my soul
Morals disgusting, aint no love I'm losing hope
It's wicked outside
I'm all alone with my 40 and my yoppa
I pray to god I don't send no one to the doctor
This shit ain't stopping
The worst nightmare that they seen is when they see us live our dream
These sugar coated niggas must've worked in Krispy Kreme
It's way too many puppets, why you let them pull your strings
Don't let no one try to play you when you step up on the scene
Make major moves
I'ma tell you what to do
Just keep making major moves
Just keep making major moves
You got the money for me
Yeah
The homies beefing over chicken and it fucking up the food chain
They might knock your head off just for stepping on a shoe string
Rule number one, protect your neck, shout out the Wu-Tang
In the concrete jungle, beasts is trapped inside a zoo cage
They probably can't do it if they ain't do it
If I was in the UFC, this be my theme music
Confucius say when life is hard, you better dream through it
If you getting suffocated, better breathe through it
Gotta run it up all the way to the top
Can't stop, won't stop, that's on God
Might put a slug in your chest for your spot
Last thing seen is a beam on a Glock
If they can get you, they probably will
They might finesse you right out of the deal
So hard to trust when it kill or get killed
And take care of the family and pay all the bills
Make major moves
Oh, Oh, Oh
I'ma tell you what to do, just keep making major moves
Just keep making major moves
Make major moves
Make major moves
Imma tell you what to do, just keep making major moves
Heee, heeee
You got the money for me
Yeah, yeah
Mayjah Payne, respect gong
He he he
Do it major, get your paper for real for real
I do it major, get the paper
I aint playing bout my dough
Nowadays it's lack of discipline
And lack of self control
Yo be careful, watch your hands
When cooking on the devil's stove
Life get tricky
You be thinking that you knowing shit you don't
I put that on Jesus sandals
I'm just too hot to handle
Like the blammer I keep bustin
til the motherfucker jam up
I feel something in my soul
Morals disgusting, aint no love I'm losing hope
It's wicked outside
I'm all alone with my 40 and my yoppa
I pray to god I don't send no one to the doctor
This shit ain't stopping
The worst nightmare that they seen is when they see us live our dream
These sugar coated niggas must've worked in Krispy Kreme
It's way too many puppets, why you let them pull your strings
Don't let no one try to play you when you step up on the scene
Make major moves
I'ma tell you what to do
Just keep making major moves
Just keep making major moves
You got the money for me
Yeah
The homies beefing over chicken and it fucking up the food chain
They might knock your head off just for stepping on a shoe string
Rule number one, protect your neck, shout out the Wu-Tang
In the concrete jungle, beasts is trapped inside a zoo cage
They probably can't do it if they ain't do it
If I was in the UFC, this be my theme music
Confucius say when life is hard, you better dream through it
If you getting suffocated, better breathe through it
Gotta run it up all the way to the top
Can't stop, won't stop, that's on God
Might put a slug in your chest for your spot
Last thing seen is a beam on a Glock
If they can get you, they probably will
They might finesse you right out of the deal
So hard to trust when it kill or get killed
And take care of the family and pay all the bills
Make major moves
Oh, Oh, Oh
I'ma tell you what to do, just keep making major moves
Just keep making major moves
Make major moves
Make major moves
Imma tell you what to do, just keep making major moves
Heee, heeee
You got the money for me
Yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Payne
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