Money Moves (feat. M1llionz)

I Millionz, remember that thing that I was telling you about
Last time I seen you
Trust me, all is ready I'm telling you
Money moves, I'm telling you bro
At that time!
This one is the one, trust me

Like a-
It's hard to adapt to the flame when I'm still out in packs in the rain
I'll still blow a chase in the lanes even though I'm legal and I'm getting paid
Flick the switch into S then, cah' this Golf R's on false plates
I watch traffic cops when it gets late, yeah I'm always tryna dodge jakes

Stonings, jazz, sort of fire, check the settings
Shoulda paid his jewels first day that I met him
Think of this blink, don't shine, he was free
But niggas don't wear fake chains, what you reckon?

But niggas up for eat, met the young Gs
Gettin' some time from town
Hot like peppers
Jewels don't shine like mans, VVS, disrespect
Well, I'm scurrying this wind as a tecker

Fashion week flick knife in my double denim
Wraps on cell to bro, put a ten in
Run, I got back, don't sell another message
Chop, chop it through a stop check, go swinders

Fuck, is it my boot and it ain't got creeping
If I see blue lights then I'm winning
He look like he's in a ghost when we met him
'Cause he knew man niggas really had his weapon (baa)

It's hard to adapt to the flame when I'm still out in packs in the rain
I'll still blow a chase in the lanes even though I'm legal and I'm getting paid
Flick the switch into S then cah' this Golf R's on false plates
I watch traffic cops when it gets late, yeah I'm always tryna dodge jakes

I'm falling on PMD, I add my worker to my favour
I send her a pound of soap while I'm waiting till I make it
She found me on the gram, she never knew that I was streaming
She's the only she knew me when I used to borrow chains
Now, I'm used to that taggy book, 30 down already
She said since he's been jealous, my hands got more stinted
So much sales near town if you're local then call Kenny
On the blocks where it's hot, with more smoke than 420

I'm in Paris with Kylie, lighting up the room like a light bulb
I'm in my zone, so much pain in them high notes
I still take a flight, change times, all my haters ain't mad at them (why?)
'Cause they got me in the lab again
See me in the flesh, start panicking
Big man ting, I'm a dad for them
If I see ya and I got one in the chain, but I slap one at them

It's hard to adapt to the fame when I'm still out in packs in the rain
I'll still blow a chase in the lanes even though I'm legal and I'm getting paid
Flick the switch into S then cah' this Golf R's on false plates
I watch traffic cops when it gets late, yeah I'm always tryna dodge jakes
Yeah

Bra, bra, bra
I, I, I told ya, man's blowin' that chase
Mad, sea blue lights when I'm off this
Yeah man, I told ya
Money moves, money moves, money moves
Yeah man!



Credits
Writer(s): Omari Mosi Woolley, Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Miguel Rahiece Cunningham, Louis Young, Ben Haldane, Maximilian Mcfarlin
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