The Move Lyrics

I know you see me, diamonds gleaming

Tell that I'm lit, uh, uh

I'm in her drawls, she rollin' raw

We in the ritz , uh, uh

Girl what's the move,

I'm in the mood

Let's take a trip, uh

Whatever I'm on, she rollin' lit

Let's go get lit,

I'm gettin' lit

I'm with your bitch, and she catchin' balls, I gotta assist

And she like the raw, so I let her twist

And she want my all, but

I'll get her gifts

See, I'm the juice that you gotta sip So I can pull strings like I got a wrist

See, I got the cash, to stay in the mix Whenever she mad, she poutin' her lips

She Crying wolf, cause she bit

If it's the truth, then I'ma get it

But don't be jumpin' to conclusions, baby Just jump on his dick

She say the juice gon' make her looser, baby

You just tryna sip

I'm tryna get lost in that pussy, baby Please help me forget

She want, she want, she want dough, I Homer-simp(son)

I forgot, I forgot to mention

I be in the trap, bae

Can't report my income

So if I need more racks, bae

Will you help me get some? I just, I just, I just

I just need this task, bae

It's gon' be a big one

You just play finesser ,

I'm gon' pull up with the big gun

If they try to move, bae, it's gon' be a movie, bae

Better tell em sitcom, don't try to confuse me

Found out this a X-House, he said, why you had to ruse me?

I know you see me, diamonds gleaming, tell that I'm lit

I'm in a draw, she rollin' raw, we in the reds

Girl, it's the move, I'm in the mood, let's take a trip

Whatever I'm on, she rollin' with, let's go get lit

I know you take care of this for me, right

You say you don't love that nigga, right

But you think you do

So you gon' be there with him

Just make sure you leave that bag door unlocked

Leave him with her every time

That's the move

Tears runnin' down her cheek as her grief sadden

I'm cut from a different cloth, this is sheik satin

But you ain't runnin' in this field, get your cleats maddened

I turn ape like I'm switchin' up the beat pattern

I'm a star, what's ajar?

I could meet Saturn

I'm so galactic with my tactics,

I don't need practice

This A.I. got me winnin' off the team brackets

You could be winnin' at life but how you beat Caskets?

You'll still be singin' ash to ash and dust to dust

You'll be buried with your lustrous stuff

Half full, half empty is just enough

You gotta be optimistic, it's not just a cup

But if I see a opp, I'm still spittin' just adjust

I'd rather put a cop on ice, man, just for just

Just for us

I'm at the point I'm bout to switch angles, it ain't just a cusp

And he'll probably snitch so they adjust the cuffs

With the sawed off, I cut, adjust the butt

Yeah, gotta adjust the pump

If I address him, he don't need a adjuster to assess the stuff

Fuck an attempt, man these shells need access to guts

Fuck a shit bag, wishin' on a genie, but it's sinbad

I gruntin' when I squeeze, I ain't knew I was this mad

I switch the scope to his sun, man, I focus and pan levers

Man, what you caused for this effect, man, you thought it was Mandela

You put your hands on that bitch and you thought she would tell, never?

Man, you wasn't thinkin' bout revenge , you probably thought it was her friends

You was chillin', you was lax, you was coopin' in the benz

Man, I bet it hit different when the whoop hit your chin

Smokin' on this J-Maine as it's blowin' in the wind

See these shells ain't shy, you can't run if I slide

Should've kept your hands to yourself and you might be alive

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