Keep On Moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Grinding up this weed I'm boutta take a snap
In rotation with my niggas and my girl she passed it back
Meditation while blazing dog I only pack them fat
Feel like my head's a closet space cause all I see is racks
Gettin plays
Servin niggas doing work like everyday
Need this bread feeling myself whenever I'm gettin paid
Running plays in the game but ain't got no time to play
Going hard throughout the year because there's always racks to make
See I'm at the pad smoked out
They say I'm prolly high
That I won't doubt
Niggas trying to get stoned when they see me
See me online when they thought I was on TV
They always say I go hard but it's easy
And we smoke so much you won't even believe me
Drive mad I hopped in and reeked the car was up
Chill bro just know that I'm high as fuck
I'm high as fuck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
I grew up scraping right from the bottom
Now we about to blow up
Smoking like a rasta
And throw up the westside like its not a problem
And stack this money up
In rows and columns
Im a run it up
For all those people who's falling
Smoke that purp up
And I can hear this money calling
Cannabis Syrup pouring up its dissolving
I'm saucing
The reefer with the sight stalking
His pray
Pass away cause there ain't no stopping
Parades
Obtained from a life that stays popping
They complain
I keep weed treys in my cockpit
And hope that one day they exchange for some profits
So I can go live a life that I've always wanted
Confronted
With the substance that Ive summoned
Getting so high when I'm puffing on these nuggets
Im stunting
With no remorse for the pundits
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Fill a Rillo with that gas shit
The cash grip
Keep a hundo on the dash shit
Im that lit
On the gram Im doing cash flips
I need the greenery
If I don't fuck with the vibes I change the scenery
If I don't fuck with the dimes I get to dipping
But if I do I stick around and stick around her lip
If the wifey like her too she got a place to sit
Rolling up another blunt we bout to blaze a zip
Light the pack
If she got a fatty Im a hit it from the back
Tizzle brought the loud and Im gon roll another sack
Man I ain't doing nothing if it doesn't come with stacks
Uhh
I be smoking fat
I don't care if you like it
I be smoking that
Take a puff take a drag or take a seat
Cause I ain't putting shit out Im a smoke up all my weed
Uhh
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Grinding up this weed I'm boutta take a snap
In rotation with my niggas and my girl she passed it back
Meditation while blazing dog I only pack them fat
Feel like my head's a closet space cause all I see is racks
Gettin plays
Servin niggas doing work like everyday
Need this bread feeling myself whenever I'm gettin paid
Running plays in the game but ain't got no time to play
Going hard throughout the year because there's always racks to make
See I'm at the pad smoked out
They say I'm prolly high
That I won't doubt
Niggas trying to get stoned when they see me
See me online when they thought I was on TV
They always say I go hard but it's easy
And we smoke so much you won't even believe me
Drive mad I hopped in and reeked the car was up
Chill bro just know that I'm high as fuck
I'm high as fuck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
I grew up scraping right from the bottom
Now we about to blow up
Smoking like a rasta
And throw up the westside like its not a problem
And stack this money up
In rows and columns
Im a run it up
For all those people who's falling
Smoke that purp up
And I can hear this money calling
Cannabis Syrup pouring up its dissolving
I'm saucing
The reefer with the sight stalking
His pray
Pass away cause there ain't no stopping
Parades
Obtained from a life that stays popping
They complain
I keep weed treys in my cockpit
And hope that one day they exchange for some profits
So I can go live a life that I've always wanted
Confronted
With the substance that Ive summoned
Getting so high when I'm puffing on these nuggets
Im stunting
With no remorse for the pundits
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Fill a Rillo with that gas shit
The cash grip
Keep a hundo on the dash shit
Im that lit
On the gram Im doing cash flips
I need the greenery
If I don't fuck with the vibes I change the scenery
If I don't fuck with the dimes I get to dipping
But if I do I stick around and stick around her lip
If the wifey like her too she got a place to sit
Rolling up another blunt we bout to blaze a zip
Light the pack
If she got a fatty Im a hit it from the back
Tizzle brought the loud and Im gon roll another sack
Man I ain't doing nothing if it doesn't come with stacks
Uhh
I be smoking fat
I don't care if you like it
I be smoking that
Take a puff take a drag or take a seat
Cause I ain't putting shit out Im a smoke up all my weed
Uhh
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
We got to run it up
We just chasing every buck
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Valero
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