Motion! Lyrics

No matter pressure stay down never fold

I need some money, I need me some gold

I need it now, not when I'm getting old

Summer outside but my heart getting cold

Nigga was broke, noodles all on my plate

Wake up, get to it, I still haven't ate

Life is a trap but we gotta escape

All of this ice, I don't know how to skate

We ain't talking money, I might show up late

I done seen love turn to whole lotta hate

I'm puffin gas, I don't fuck with no vape

I disappear if I smell something fake

Don't fuck with nobody

I stay at home, I'm a homebody

You the typa nigga vote for Joe Biden

You the typa nigga that trust everybody

I'm used to being alone

I'm used to smoking a blunt just to get in my zone

I'm used to ghosting bitches for so long

I'm used to making money on my phone

I can imagine myself with a big bag

I can imagine myself in a mansion

I can imagine myself in a Bentley

Not in a Honda with broken suspension

High as hell inside the mall

Damn, I almost blew it all

Through the pressure standing tall

I can teach you how to ball

Making plays on a daily me

Me, my niggas want it all

He think the bag post to come to him

I can tell his motion small

No matter pressure stay down never fold

I need some money, I need me some gold

I need it now, not when I'm getting old

Summer outside but my heart getting cold

Nigga was broke, noodles all on my plate

Wake up, get to it, I still haven't ate

Life is a trap but we gotta escape

All of this ice, I don't know how to skate

We ain't talking money, I might show up late

I done seen love turn to whole lotta hate

I'm puffin gas, I don't fuck with no vape

I disappear if I smell something fake

Don't fuck with nobody

I stay at home, I'm a homebody

Only fuck bitches that got low milage

I ain't asking for much, girl just keep it solid

I'm used to being alone

I'm used to smoking a blunt just to get in my zone

I'm used to ghosting bitches for so long

I'm used to making money on my phone

I can imagine myself with a big bag

I can imagine myself in a mansion

I can imagine myself in a Bentley

Not in a Honda with broken suspension

High as hell inside the mall

Damn, I almost blew it all

Through the pressure standing tall

I can teach you how to ball

Making plays on a daily me

Me, my niggas want it all

He think the bag post to come to him

I can tell his motion small

He think the bag post to come to him?

Niggas got no motion

Niggas sitting on they ass waiting on something magical to happen

I can tell his motion small