Motions ft. FlyBoi Quez Lyrics

Vvs diamonds blingin'

Double cup that got me leaning

The fuck is niggas, when I need em

Now my Angel's look like demons

My trap is jumping, now dey feenin'

Money coming, I could see it

The Pistol on me cuz I need it

I Catch a case, my lawyers beat it

Walk around, I got like 30 on me

Extended clip, I got like 30 on it

The stick, the only thing that's dirty on me

Bitch I'm dripping like I murdered sum-in

Dey taking pictures, like I'm severing sum-in

Told yo bitch to come and serve me sum-in

Trappin, up early every morning

Guess I'm too, addicted to dis dirty money

Ain't never been no ho

Told you nigga let it go

I just tell em wipe ya nose

My lil niggas let it blow

Trapping off the metro

All this Petro, I gotta let go

Takin money, nigga imma klepto

Said you wanna ride, come on nigga let's go

Keep the pole on the side, case a nigga want smoke

If you gotta slide on a nigga, let me know

Hit em, one at time, innie minnie minni moe

Blow wit da 45, guaranteed he gone fold

We could see what's on yo mind when I put it to yo dome

See I told you dat my whoas all loco

TTG we on Go Go

See my niggas don't speak to the po po

All my niggas real gs to the bro code

My bitch wanna leave, you can go ho

My phone still jumping like a pogo

My New bitch badder than a mofo

When you hit it from the back gotta go slow

Big booty ass fat, but she want mo

Niggas throwing up racks, cuz dey want mo

Gotta bag for the stacks, cuz dey won't fold

You ain't talking bout no money, that's a no show

That's a No show

If you don't know

That's No show

If you don't know

If You ain't really talking bout no money that's a no go

Ain't no brakes strait gas on they ass

Smartest in class but attitude bad

Nigga said something we dropping his ass

Now I'm clutching a 9 and a Glock when I'm mad

Mind ain't been right man it kinda been off

Fucking with percs so I slurr when I talk

Roll up a blunt and get lost in my thoughts

Forever a minace so it's fuck the law

I need me a bitty that's known to get busy

9 in her name while we serving the city

Wherever I go you know she go with me

Don't need security she uping the glizzy

Mash on the gas ain't no laws be my limit

Strait to the top and on top I'm committed

Married this lifestyle through health and through sickness

And I am the sickest it's deadly to get this

Have no option but to pop at a opp

Empty the 9 then I'm upping the Glock

Then hop in the drop after chopping the block

Grab my kids food and it's back to the spot

This lifestyle addicting need rehab to stop

No guns in the vids cause they know they not props

Yo bitch set you up that's a twist on the plot

Brought in from the pussy took out by the twat

Back to the trap, cuz we trap on rim road

My niggas could get you whatever you want

Every nigga wit me, strapped wit a pole

And for dem prezzys nigga, I let em go

Touching down, a nigga back in da zone

Throw up some bows for the low, get em gone

Try me nigga, I suggest dat you don't

Have my dirty jersey niggas all in yo home

All on my own, i cant trust in no nigga

Thought you was my dawg, but I can not fuck wit cha

I Can't take no loss, no I can't be no victim

Nigga I'm a steppa, so fuck how you feelin'

The Fuck out yo feelings, get back to this money

The money machine back to back wit dem hunnits

Make money on da backend, while I'm blunted

Bitch I'm on rim, I'll be back in the morning