Moves
I'm unbelievable, you never seen before
I knew I'll be rich before I seen the dough
You think you ain't shit, then you'll never grow
This shit that I twist is all medical
Might as well let her go, nigga cause I got her now
And we getting bread, nigga while you fucking off
Layin' in bed with her, what's that about?
Smokin' that strain that'll have you lost
Never lost, I'm the champ, and I'm speedin' off
All the cock suckers hating, but I had it tough
Then we came up hard, still we had enough
To make it pop, countin' guap, in Allah we trust
Everywhere I go, I make moves
Street certified
I paid my dues
And I'm still on top, I can't lose
I don't know about you
When I pull up whips with new shoes
Your girl might choose
Everywhere I go I make moves
Street certified
But I don't know about you
Seventeen, on the highway 17
Selling cream on coke, we don't ever sleep
Extra cheap for the purp, coming every week
My cash right, new Benz, white leather seats
She said, "Daddy, I need you. Don't ever leave"
Life changing, devil keep tempting me
Stuck in the fast life, on another shopping spree
All out a bitch, two new properties
We came a long way from highway robbery
I hit licks, felt like I hit the lottery
Damn, thats way back, I'm feeling like wow
How the fuck I get here, where I'm at right now
Everywhere I go, I make moves
Street certified
I paid my dues
And I'm still on top, I can't lose
I don't know about you
When I pull up whips with new shoes
Your girl might choose
Everywhere I go I make moves
Street certified
But I don't know about you
They told me I'd be nothing but a coke pusher
Born from veins of a heroin user
A lot of fake niggas around I'm so used to it
If i'm ever caught up in a jam i just shoot through it
A lot of niggas I had love for the love lost
You can't get a verse but I can tell you what the digs cost
Shooters on deck I'm the live wire boss
Moving with that beam turn your noggin into apple sauce
I make big moves for that big doe
You ain't stackin it up then what you grinding for
I'm stuck in the dope game until it's over though
Cross the state lines for that pound of coke
Everywhere I go, I make moves
Street certified
I paid my dues
And I'm still on top, I can't lose
I don't know about you
When I pull up whips with new shoes
Your girl might choose
Everywhere I go I make moves
Street certified
But I don't know about you
I knew I'll be rich before I seen the dough
You think you ain't shit, then you'll never grow
This shit that I twist is all medical
Might as well let her go, nigga cause I got her now
And we getting bread, nigga while you fucking off
Layin' in bed with her, what's that about?
Smokin' that strain that'll have you lost
Never lost, I'm the champ, and I'm speedin' off
All the cock suckers hating, but I had it tough
Then we came up hard, still we had enough
To make it pop, countin' guap, in Allah we trust
Everywhere I go, I make moves
Street certified
I paid my dues
And I'm still on top, I can't lose
I don't know about you
When I pull up whips with new shoes
Your girl might choose
Everywhere I go I make moves
Street certified
But I don't know about you
Seventeen, on the highway 17
Selling cream on coke, we don't ever sleep
Extra cheap for the purp, coming every week
My cash right, new Benz, white leather seats
She said, "Daddy, I need you. Don't ever leave"
Life changing, devil keep tempting me
Stuck in the fast life, on another shopping spree
All out a bitch, two new properties
We came a long way from highway robbery
I hit licks, felt like I hit the lottery
Damn, thats way back, I'm feeling like wow
How the fuck I get here, where I'm at right now
Everywhere I go, I make moves
Street certified
I paid my dues
And I'm still on top, I can't lose
I don't know about you
When I pull up whips with new shoes
Your girl might choose
Everywhere I go I make moves
Street certified
But I don't know about you
They told me I'd be nothing but a coke pusher
Born from veins of a heroin user
A lot of fake niggas around I'm so used to it
If i'm ever caught up in a jam i just shoot through it
A lot of niggas I had love for the love lost
You can't get a verse but I can tell you what the digs cost
Shooters on deck I'm the live wire boss
Moving with that beam turn your noggin into apple sauce
I make big moves for that big doe
You ain't stackin it up then what you grinding for
I'm stuck in the dope game until it's over though
Cross the state lines for that pound of coke
Everywhere I go, I make moves
Street certified
I paid my dues
And I'm still on top, I can't lose
I don't know about you
When I pull up whips with new shoes
Your girl might choose
Everywhere I go I make moves
Street certified
But I don't know about you
Credits
Writer(s): Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., J. Stalin, The Jacka
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