Money Moves
But I know that is was you who took all of my shit
I thought that we was fam but you actin' like a bitch
So give me back my shit or I'm gonna get you split
(I love you, King Zebra)
Wakin' up to that voicemail got me sick
I can feel it in my stomach and I feel it in my ribs
All I can imagine is his head against my glick
Should I give it back or should I keep my own lick
Man, I'm hella scared I don't know what I should do
Should I call Rico, should I call up my dude
Man fuck it, I don't care, this my shit fool
I just gotta calm down and keep myself cool
Rollin' down the block with the glock in my pants
Don't think that I'm a bitch just cause I got fans
I'm walkin' through the south side near Willow Glen
Then a nigga run up and put out his hand
I look up, it's Marcus, "what the hell nigga"
Dap blood up, "I ain't seen you since jail nigga"
"We was talkin' yesterday on the cell nigga"
"Alright smart-ass, cartel lookin' nigga"
"Aye, rember Rocky, big nigga from the North
Be ballin' all the time, type to use a golden fork"
"Uh yeah, why you askin' tho"
"Yesterday somebody ran up on bro"
"I ain't gon' hold you bruh, that was me
'Member when I said I was gon' pick up some cheese"
"Wait are you for real cause he said he know who did it
He said he finna run up on 'em in a few minutes"
"Ah, fuck, I gotta get gone
I knew what I did was dead fuckin' wrong"
"Aye bro stay, I'll be on your hip"
"Alright bro but if it go wrong I want you to dip"
"Nah fuck that nigga, I'm your homie
If shit pop just know I got it on me"
"Man I missed you nigga, always stay true"
"Been on that shit, I'm the realest fuckin' dude"
"Aye, what's good, who this"
I'm gettin' my shit back right now"
"Fuck, that nigga just called
He said he want his shit back, he gon' take it all"
"Aye bro don't trip, you not even in your hood
You in south, dawg, you gon' be good"
"Yeah, I guess you right
Let's grab some food, we spendin' checks tonight"
We walkin' through the mall, got some bread and rice
One last stop, we want a pizza slice
We steppin' out the mall and I'm chewin' on some food
"Nigga what, what you talkin' bout dude"
A car pass by then it's boom, boom, boom
I thought that we was fam but you actin' like a bitch
So give me back my shit or I'm gonna get you split
(I love you, King Zebra)
Wakin' up to that voicemail got me sick
I can feel it in my stomach and I feel it in my ribs
All I can imagine is his head against my glick
Should I give it back or should I keep my own lick
Man, I'm hella scared I don't know what I should do
Should I call Rico, should I call up my dude
Man fuck it, I don't care, this my shit fool
I just gotta calm down and keep myself cool
Rollin' down the block with the glock in my pants
Don't think that I'm a bitch just cause I got fans
I'm walkin' through the south side near Willow Glen
Then a nigga run up and put out his hand
I look up, it's Marcus, "what the hell nigga"
Dap blood up, "I ain't seen you since jail nigga"
"We was talkin' yesterday on the cell nigga"
"Alright smart-ass, cartel lookin' nigga"
"Aye, rember Rocky, big nigga from the North
Be ballin' all the time, type to use a golden fork"
"Uh yeah, why you askin' tho"
"Yesterday somebody ran up on bro"
"I ain't gon' hold you bruh, that was me
'Member when I said I was gon' pick up some cheese"
"Wait are you for real cause he said he know who did it
He said he finna run up on 'em in a few minutes"
"Ah, fuck, I gotta get gone
I knew what I did was dead fuckin' wrong"
"Aye bro stay, I'll be on your hip"
"Alright bro but if it go wrong I want you to dip"
"Nah fuck that nigga, I'm your homie
If shit pop just know I got it on me"
"Man I missed you nigga, always stay true"
"Been on that shit, I'm the realest fuckin' dude"
"Aye, what's good, who this"
I'm gettin' my shit back right now"
"Fuck, that nigga just called
He said he want his shit back, he gon' take it all"
"Aye bro don't trip, you not even in your hood
You in south, dawg, you gon' be good"
"Yeah, I guess you right
Let's grab some food, we spendin' checks tonight"
We walkin' through the mall, got some bread and rice
One last stop, we want a pizza slice
We steppin' out the mall and I'm chewin' on some food
"Nigga what, what you talkin' bout dude"
A car pass by then it's boom, boom, boom
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