Making It Move Lyrics

Shorty clubbing making it move

I need your body I'm in a mood

The taste of lips the feeling new

No love in the club we need a room

Shorty clubbing making it move

I need your body I'm in a mood

The taste of lips the feeling new

No love in the club we need a room

She gave me Molly it made me

Feel trippy

I move around from city to city

I stayed a while so she can get wit me

She do the sniffy it made me feel dizzy

That girl is wild she do a lot

Top shelf when she doing shots

We came to party like ready or not

You wanna talk get put in a box

Shorty a foreign and I wanna hit it

I'm moving to fast I've past all my limits

Shits automatic the tires are spinnin

This shit is for real no I'm not kiddin

Moving with guala standing up talla

Shoot like a Balla I'm never go break

Making that dolla she wanna holla hot

Bahamas now we on a plane

Shorty clubbing making it move

I need your body I'm in a mood

The taste of lips the feeling new

No love in the club we need a room

Shorty clubbing making it move

I need your body I'm in a mood

The taste of lips the feeling new

No love in the club we need a room

Shordy you play to much

yeah

No I can't make this up

Powdering up our paper cuts

You wanna ride you can't hang with us

Yeah yeah

I've just making moves hop in the whip

We can make some room

Come to my crib I can play wit two

Don't talk I can hit em with like eight

Rounds hold it down I got figures

In the bank now getting views like I'm

Living up in Cape Town

Doing what I gotta causing trauma

To the brain now

God damn gotta hit em with the hulk smash

Don't let me catch you with out your hall pass

Telling lies through text case its all caps

Fuck around and out a bullet through your

Ball cap

Ay ay

Ima just get it again

No one can stop me the king of the pen I'm

Always winning my foes are my friends

I'm keeping them close I'm doing the most

I don't mean to boast

But I stay on ten

I stay on my ten

Taking my shot your careers in my lens

Take your last breath you'll be dead in the end

Shorty clubbing making it move

I need your body I'm in a mood

The taste of lips the feeling new

No love in the club we need a room

Shorty clubbing making it move

I need your body I'm in a mood

The taste of lips the feeling new

No love in the club we need a room