Moving On Lyrics

Give me some water

Yeah, yeah, I feel like my mind's so dry

I'm level, I'm level

Every season is my season, you know

I'm shine

Praise what he do to me like this

Yeah, oh lord, I said I'm going up

I'm moving on

Fuck the shit we had in the past

Oh lord, I said I'm moving on

I'm moving on

Leave my lies there like it's my last

I know they wanna drop on me

I know that someday I'll be dead

But I know that I won't make it

Uh-oh, gang, it's criminal gang, act two make it

Floss out with this million with the latest car

We driving on Bugatti

Now a n***a better come inside

Roll up and we moving up, I got like six guys

In the Bentley or the billy coop

Shut it up, one of the car

I know you wanna bet you got two

Oh, that Rolls Royce, she said she want it

I got the black or the white

Or the rose gold, I know you want it

Fuckin' her favorite ride, bitch

In the back of the Rolls Royce

She be sucking on my dick

Smoking up that backwoods, she love that shit

She said she want a heart digger

Oh, you know that I'm the king

Yeah, and the king of the jungle

I bring the fight to the fuckin' rumble

We fight wrestling like it's Royal Rumble

Gang up my team

Roll up on my block, my six figures going up

You know I'm going way up

Oh, my old gang

Fifty-five with my diamonds on my wrist

Going up to my old gang

Hey, I know you're looking at me right now

I know you're looking at me, looking at your son

Oh, Lord, please help me, I'ma be on my low

Everybody shit got me fucked up, I've been taking these drugs

Oh, Lord, my soul

Tell me if you want me or you need me, go

Been here all I should

Cause every day I be down, I be moving on

Yeah, ah

Cause every day I be down, I be moving on

Yeah, ah

Said, oh, every day I be down, cause I be moving on

I got the bag on the ref, I took my sack

Then I tell my niggas, oh, gang, gang, now

Shoot them, they rise up, ta-ta, they gon' go down

And I pull up the shot, when I'm moving, when I pull up with the rap

S-O-I-T-M, these niggas don't know why I would fly

Yeah, come on, I be the king

These bitches, I don't love, I don't know how to rake

And I put the diamond on my wrist

I've kept you toast, so I got me a lot of shit

Did it for me, did it for the gang

Pull up on my niggas and I roll up my way

I do shit that I can't, I do shit my way

Now you know that I make it, club

Then I get up with the drugs

Fuck it down in the lean

Spinning up these drugs, baby

I wanna get home

Yeah, yeah, real blessed, real blessed

Ain't nobody fucking, don't wanna give me stress