Moving On Lyrics

Moving on, so please don't call my phone no more

Remember rocking Dickies; that was back when I was poor

Now these hoes they wanna

Lick me

See my ice of course

Now they listen to my songs

They say they love my voice

Girl you trippin

What

You feening for a title for

Hit it then I'm dipping

Her heart bleeding

On the floor

Keep a thirty

Scottie Pippin three more up the score

Disrespectful just might pop up at they funeral

She said she don't love me

So I had to let her go

Uh

Not again

I wont go out sad

About a hoe

She said Zy you tripping

I'm like hell yea bitch I know

I can never love her

Told that girl

To hit the door

Playing tic tac toe

I hit it three times in a row

They riding on my wave

I know they tryna steal

My flow

But they can't get it

Glock up in my jeans

You know it's fitted

My dick like a lollipop

I told that bitch to like it

Know she only fucking with me

Because she see a ticket

To a mill

No faking i'm keeping it real

I'm tryna sign a deal

I been grinding hard

I'm tryna pay my momma bills

You ain't never stepped in my shoes

You ain't knowing how it feels

Moving on so please don't call my phone no more

Remember rocking Dickies; that was back when I was poor

Now these hoes they wanna

Lick me

See my ice of course

Now they listen to my songs

They say they love my voice

Girl you trippin

What

You feening for a title for

Hit it then I'm dipping

Her heart bleeding

On the floor

Keep a thirty

Scottie Pippin three more up the score

Disrespectful just might pop up at they funeral

I'm big rank up over here

We smoke that stank up over here

Uh

We all ballin

We up in the paint up over here

No call of duty

Pistol off the hip

I got a quick draw

Please don't try to play me

Like R. Kelly I get pissed off

Trying to cop a Maybach

I skurt off jus like I'm rick ross

Listen to my songs

I got em jumping like tigger

Running up them digits

Yea i'm focused on figures

Lately i been gettin hate

They see i'm gettin bigger

They love to say

You owe em

When they see you getting richer

See i'm going up

And now they wanna take pictures

But its too late

Yea I shoulda knew that you was fake

Never broke again

My money turned into a eight

Moving on so please Don't call my phone no more

Remember rocking Dickies; that was back when I was poor

Now these hoes they wanna

Lick me

See my ice of course

Now they listen to my songs

They say they love my voice

Girl you trippin

What

You feening for a title for

Hit it then I'm dipping

Her heart bleeding

On the floor

Keep a thirty

Scottie Pippin three more up the score

Disrespectful just might pop up at they funeral