Movie ft. Yung Dul Lyrics

It's a bit cold outside bro

Aye, aye, aye, aye

My life is a movie

I grab on her booty

Your shotty's so fine, your bitch is now mine

A ten outta ten, you know she is a dime

It went by so fast, I lost track of the time (uh)

She fuck on me so long, I think that she motherfucking crazy

Love her so much, just might call her baby

Been around town, you would think that we datin'

It's mutual feelings, you know what I'm sayin'

I don't got time to express myself

These hoes only care about my wealth

I ain't had time to improve my health

Moncler, fuck it, the Louis my belt

Like ice cream, the bitches gon' melt

Yeah, I wear the pants in this bitch

But she gon' keep it tight like a belt

One night, I'll be there in a minute

Baby, two fights and this shit's almost finished

Yuh, three flights, I just took a fucking visit

Yeah, it's on sight, you know Big Xshon fuckin' meant it (huh)

Feelin' like Uzi, yeah, they don't stand a chance

She loosey goosey, you know we gon' dirty dance

High off the bean, so I'm never gonna land

Wrist something light, but the fit worth a grand

Fitted head to toe in all Designer brand

Shotty slide through, yeah, I take her straight to Cent

With my homie Josh, and he floatin' off the fent

Living in they heads and I ain't paying rent

One hundred k in a watch, you know that's what I spend

Pockets full, wall stupid, the way that shit don't bend

I'm with Big Xshon, lil bitch bring a friend

Hella snow bunnies, so you know we attend

Feelin' presidential, yuh, they call me Roosevelt

Perky on my tongue and I watch it melt

She put that Gucci right on that Gucci belt

So amused from how that coochie felt

Strawberry, pumpkin spice, that's how that coochie smelt

You know I had to play the cards I was dealt

Swimmin' in the money, I ain't talking Michael Phelps

I ain't never needed no help

So I never fucking asked

Fuck that bitch, that's in the past

With my boys, it's a blast

Buccaneers, we running fast

Coach Watts helms the mast

It's so cheap, so you know that I bought it

Two months shipping DHGate, but I still got it

Aye, you know that I got it

You know that I flaunt it

I ain't even got to fuck your bitch, she always want it

Money talks, but my dick speaks volumes, she gon' suck it

Why the fuck I always got to tuck it

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, I ain't talkin' bout no Sunday

Your bitch ride me like a motherfucking Hyundai

Tell her good morning, but I ain't like Kanye

Aye, with the off the wall flow, be like MJ

She give me, give me that brain, it's so insane

I feel that shit all the way inside my membrane

I'm just goin' mental, goin' crazy on the beat

If you want to learn a lesson, just come and take a seat (take a seat)

One night, I'll be there in a minute

Baby, two fights and this shit's almost finished

Yuh, three flights, I just took a fucking visit

Yeah, it's on sight, you know Big Xshon fucking meant it (meant it)