Move On
It's time that we move on
I can't trust myself not at all
Bet that Patek goin bling, yeah
Bussed down Rollie goin glow, uh
I can't feel a thing, uh
Why's my heart so cold, yeah
Blowin' money aint no thing
I just spent my soul for some racks and a chain
Gettin' money promise that im never goin change
Ice on me colder than the blood in my veins, yeah
And i swear the dumb thot don't think
Cut a hoe off real quick won't blink
Pockets on me thick, real shit, might sink
See an enemy and my niggas make a scene
How I turn this bitch into a fiend?
Shawty trynna fuck me for scene, yeah
She the devil and she creepin' in my dreams
But my dreams all black, I don't see anything, yeah
Break it down I'm tryna build a brick house
Making too much noise I kick the bitch out
Daddy ain't around she my kid now
She know how to swallow she goin make my kids proud
It's time that we move on
I can't trust myself not at all
Bet that Patek goin bling, yeah
Bussed down Rollie goin glow, uh
I can't feel a thing, uh
Why's my heart so cold, yeah
Blowin' money aint no thing
I can't trust myself not at all
Bet that Patek goin bling, yeah
Bussed down Rollie goin glow, uh
I can't feel a thing, uh
Why's my heart so cold, yeah
Blowin' money aint no thing
I just spent my soul for some racks and a chain
Gettin' money promise that im never goin change
Ice on me colder than the blood in my veins, yeah
And i swear the dumb thot don't think
Cut a hoe off real quick won't blink
Pockets on me thick, real shit, might sink
See an enemy and my niggas make a scene
How I turn this bitch into a fiend?
Shawty trynna fuck me for scene, yeah
She the devil and she creepin' in my dreams
But my dreams all black, I don't see anything, yeah
Break it down I'm tryna build a brick house
Making too much noise I kick the bitch out
Daddy ain't around she my kid now
She know how to swallow she goin make my kids proud
It's time that we move on
I can't trust myself not at all
Bet that Patek goin bling, yeah
Bussed down Rollie goin glow, uh
I can't feel a thing, uh
Why's my heart so cold, yeah
Blowin' money aint no thing
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Writer(s): Alexander Demawn Teamer, Jamaica Christopher A Johnson
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