Yeah, I told you that I want you all to myself
Let's stop arguing, baby, it's bad for my health
If I got you, I don't really care about no wealth
You know I pull up blasting shit
I don't care about no stealth
Get my chip and then dip
Got the blicky on my hip
Shawty came through, she left lip gloss all over my lips
Why you hatin, bro, get a grip
Mind your business, ho, please don't trip
Three, four, bitches all in my whip
Nonslip shoes on, I can't slip
Yeah, I'm high as hell, gotta play it cool
Yo, bitch, hit my phone like, what's the move
I'ma go up no matter what you do
Pull up to your main, like, what it do
You know I got racks up in this bitch too
Hell nah, I don't really gotta prove shit
Blast em up like Hadouken
You can't hurt me, but the truth can
She got me singin' like, uh-uh
I never switched up, nah-uh
Let's smoke it up by the foyer
Might crash out, need a lawyer
This gas pack got me in my zone
I got checks comin' in through my phone
I got old friends tryna hit my line
It's too late, I'm on different time
Fell in love with 556
That my wifey, not my bitch
Don't, don't play no tricks
How can I lose, it make no sense
This vision I got, this shit so vivid
Pour this Julio up, I sip it
You was everything I was missing
Haters lurking, hear em hissing
I told you that I want you all to myself
Let's stop arguing, baby, it's bad for my health
If I got you, I don't really care about no wealth
You know I pull up blasting shit
I don't care about no stealth
Get my chip and then dip
Got the blicky on my hip
Shawty came through, she left lip gloss all over my lips
Why you hatin, bro, get a grip
Mind your business, ho, please don't trip
Three, four, bitches all in my whip
Nonslip shoes on, I can't slip
Yeah, I'm high as hell, gotta play it cool
Yo, bitch, hit my phone like, what's the move
I'ma go up no matter what you do
Pull up to your main, like, what it do
You know I got racks up in this bitch too
Hell nah, I don't really gotta prove shit
Blast em up like Hadouken
You can't hurt me, but the truth can
prodby.tim - What's The Move Lyrics
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Yeah, I told you that I want you all to myself
Let's stop arguing, baby, it's bad for my health
If I got you, I don't really care about no wealth
You know I pull up blasting shit
I don't care about no stealth
Get my chip and then dip
Got the blicky on my hip
Shawty came through, she left lip gloss all over my lips
Why you hatin, bro, get a grip
Mind your business, ho, please don't trip
Three, four, bitches all in my whip
Nonslip shoes on, I can't slip
Yeah, I'm high as hell, gotta play it cool
Yo, bitch, hit my phone like, what's the move
I'ma go up no matter what you do
Pull up to your main, like, what it do
You know I got racks up in this bitch too
Hell nah, I don't really gotta prove shit
Blast em up like Hadouken
You can't hurt me, but the truth can
She got me singin' like, uh-uh
I never switched up, nah-uh
Let's smoke it up by the foyer
Might crash out, need a lawyer
This gas pack got me in my zone
I got checks comin' in through my phone
I got old friends tryna hit my line
It's too late, I'm on different time
Fell in love with 556
That my wifey, not my bitch
Don't, don't play no tricks
How can I lose, it make no sense
This vision I got, this shit so vivid
Pour this Julio up, I sip it
You was everything I was missing
Haters lurking, hear em hissing
I told you that I want you all to myself
Let's stop arguing, baby, it's bad for my health
If I got you, I don't really care about no wealth
You know I pull up blasting shit
I don't care about no stealth
Get my chip and then dip
Got the blicky on my hip
Shawty came through, she left lip gloss all over my lips
Why you hatin, bro, get a grip
Mind your business, ho, please don't trip
Three, four, bitches all in my whip
Nonslip shoes on, I can't slip
Yeah, I'm high as hell, gotta play it cool
Yo, bitch, hit my phone like, what's the move
I'ma go up no matter what you do
Pull up to your main, like, what it do
You know I got racks up in this bitch too
Hell nah, I don't really gotta prove shit
Blast em up like Hadouken
You can't hurt me, but the truth can
Let's stop arguing, baby, it's bad for my health
If I got you, I don't really care about no wealth
You know I pull up blasting shit
I don't care about no stealth
Get my chip and then dip
Got the blicky on my hip
Shawty came through, she left lip gloss all over my lips
Why you hatin, bro, get a grip
Mind your business, ho, please don't trip
Three, four, bitches all in my whip
Nonslip shoes on, I can't slip
Yeah, I'm high as hell, gotta play it cool
Yo, bitch, hit my phone like, what's the move
I'ma go up no matter what you do
Pull up to your main, like, what it do
You know I got racks up in this bitch too
Hell nah, I don't really gotta prove shit
Blast em up like Hadouken
You can't hurt me, but the truth can
She got me singin' like, uh-uh
I never switched up, nah-uh
Let's smoke it up by the foyer
Might crash out, need a lawyer
This gas pack got me in my zone
I got checks comin' in through my phone
I got old friends tryna hit my line
It's too late, I'm on different time
Fell in love with 556
That my wifey, not my bitch
Don't, don't play no tricks
How can I lose, it make no sense
This vision I got, this shit so vivid
Pour this Julio up, I sip it
You was everything I was missing
Haters lurking, hear em hissing
I told you that I want you all to myself
Let's stop arguing, baby, it's bad for my health
If I got you, I don't really care about no wealth
You know I pull up blasting shit
I don't care about no stealth
Get my chip and then dip
Got the blicky on my hip
Shawty came through, she left lip gloss all over my lips
Why you hatin, bro, get a grip
Mind your business, ho, please don't trip
Three, four, bitches all in my whip
Nonslip shoes on, I can't slip
Yeah, I'm high as hell, gotta play it cool
Yo, bitch, hit my phone like, what's the move
I'ma go up no matter what you do
Pull up to your main, like, what it do
You know I got racks up in this bitch too
Hell nah, I don't really gotta prove shit
Blast em up like Hadouken
You can't hurt me, but the truth can
Writer: prodbytim
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