Money Moves ft. KarmenSD Lyrics

Make money moves and get your bands up

I'm a chief, baby, no, I'm not from Kansas

I' got feets, baby, no, I'm not romantic

He can take a seat cause we know that he ain't stand up

I Like all my bitches bein' friends, huh?

They get the work, we can call it a bonanza

She see it work, now she see that was the plan, huh

Hit for 20K, that'll make you put your hands up

You can have the foot nobody, handcuffed

This ice, ice, baby no the fuck you can't touch

Like ice, spice, you can tell I am not feelin' ya

No, I am not feelin' her, you can get your feelings hurt

I need a thick white bitch like Carranza

High heels, high maintenance, high standards

Gang Deep in this bitch, got me crammed up

Posin to be chosin' Got me lookin' for a camera

I had a skinny black bitch born in Canada

She Canadian, but don't even eat bacon'

And her cranium, is somewhere in the spaceship

Pull up with the bullshit everyday, it be the same shit

I be like, oh my God, when is this bitch goin' home

Why the fuck this bitch won't leave me alone

And I love when this bitch give me money

Don't wanna fuck, baby, I just want some dome

I got two new bitches, picked them up from the airport

Hop right off the plane and transfer ten to the cash card

If you don't know how it go, if you know, let me fast forward

Set the bitches down on main they put their heels to the asphalt

I make her walk for hours till she tell me her calves hurt

Back her, bring it back to me, that's track work

Her last nigga left her by herself, she a bastard

He got the trap and somehow disappeared like Casper

When I'm makin' money, he throw his hands up

And he know how I like it with no problem

And he know I bring it back, call it starstruck

And he like to bend me over like a starter

Make it make sense, yeah, today, not tomorrow

Every move I make, I get bread like the fine hoe

Every day I wake up great we can convo

And everything I do, I add up like the time does

Have you ever walked 12 straight

Came home, bag right, yeah, you know a bitch is self-paid

Took a flight next day, transfer ten in three days

How she come is how she go, get a bitch that's fully laced

I got two new regulars

Gotta payin' all my bills, had to buy a new cellular

Now my purse is feelin' heavier

Gotta let you petty bitches know that I can get pettier

It's the K to the A to the R-M-E-N to the S to the D

I get money

That 304 trappin' and rappin

It's I on the track, no, it's me

I'm somewhere out of state where you bitches can't find me

I like my men gangsta and gutta, in they white tee

He send her with me, it's a slight fee

Bring some heels with you, bitch, we makin' money moves, guarantee