Move (Remix)

(Ayy yo, ayy, it's the P for me)
Boom, boom, hold on
Uh, ayy, boom, boom, hold on
Uh

I need the money, the power, respect
Heard it's a party, you know I'ma flex
I got it on me, can never get left
One in her body, and one in her neck
If you not an opp, just know that you blessed
I'm dropping bodies, I put them to rest
Digging your grave
These bitches be minimum wage for thinking I owe them respect

So you better move, bitch (move)
Telling you now, I ain't one to fool with
When they hit the corona, we get the ducking the Dees
They airing the news clip
Disturbing the peace when we get to dumping the heat
They softer than cool whip
Out of your league, this shit ain't nothing to me
I'm scoring its two zip, now let's get it, ho (move)

Bitches be broke, they needy
Come to the spot, and I'm doing them greezy
Can't tell me nothing, they calling me Jeezy
Fuck with your life, he ain't wanna believe me
Fill them with hollows, they calling me Sleepy
Kodak bop it in make 'em zzz
Gave 'em that twat, now the nigga won't leave me
Said the pussy is water like Fiji (move)

Damn it, I make it look easy
I need the money like asap, drape me in VVs
He wanna breed it like RiRi
Niggas wishing they had me, get 'em a genie
Run up on me and it won't be a repeat
Word to Shawnny, I'm catching a figgy
I'm sick and tired of keeping it PG
Get your purse, I ain't doing no freebie (move)

Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit)
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef
We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris)
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless)
Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees
You know how we do shit, now let it, ho'

Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit)
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef
We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris)
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless)
Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees (aye, look)
You know how we do shit, now let it, ho' (move)

Niggas is pussy, a loose one
That's why I just play 'em like track one
Ayy, we treat the K like a Nerf gun
But when that bitch spraying, ain't no fun
Big ball mommy, I'm Houston
Made six figures in one month
I could be spending and spending
I buy me a Porsche, but no that ain't no pun

They say they want smoke, but no blunt (move)
Don't work in the mall, but I pack some
Bitch say that she harder than who?
That bitch must went up, the block for a coke run
Ask your ho, I'm a dope vibe
Need it all, hundreds the blue kind
And I don't do drugs, I just spend his
You know what I mean, I don't blow mine

Fuck these hoes, I go both sides (move)
I never needed a co-sign
Hoes my jeans, they so tight
Fuck hoes mean, it's my time
Bitches ain't seen me since my first drop
Couldn't miss it with closed eyes
Niggas be falling for me, but I clean them
And leave them dry like a clothes line
Let's get it, ho (move)

Move, bitch, all my niggas are toothless
They eat the pussy like Mastro's
Then give me they money to do shit
I be at the bank, I don't do nothing for free
Don't ask me to do shit
When I leave the house, I keep the burner on me
I hope niggas ain't stupid
Let's get it, ho

Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit)
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef
We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris)
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless)
Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees
You know how we do shit, now let it, ho'

Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit)
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef
We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris)
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless)
Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees
You know how we do shit, now let it, ho'

(Oh my God)
Big Diiamond, nigga, grr
(Oh, Lord!)



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Paul D. Beauregard, Craig Stephen Lawson, Sean Paul Joseph, Michael L. Tyler, Jason Williams, Lola Chantrelle Mitchell, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, Stephanie C. Martin, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Michael Houston, Bobby Wardell Sandimanie Jr., Constance A Burns
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