Testo Move On - Baby Money
Testo della canzone Move On (Baby Money), tratta dall'album YNOS 2
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Shark gon' make hits)
Yeah, I got a dub in my Celine, the clip stickin' out my pants
Could've died so many times, I'd still risk my life again
I'm screamin', "Fuck the money," I'll risk my life and spin
They say don't pray for revenge, still wish my opps was dead
They really broke my heart, I seen my grandad in that bed
Sittin' in the'spital with my hand on his head
I'm always shoppin' online, spendin' band after band
I'm fly and I'm hot, I'll hit you when I land
Couple years back, I was tryna chase a couple grand
Ain't satisfied with a million, so I'm tryna chase these M's
My rims offset, I'm in San Fran' with Jim
I dropped out with all F's, I ride Forgis, tote fins
And this part of me never show his face
We don't speak on dead bodies, nigga, it's open cases
Pull a bitch up off my roster, better know your place
One hit, then he dropped, shit, thought we
Laced him, that shit be strong, ain't it?
Can't see the pain, but I can feel it in my bones, baby
In a room full of people, I'm alone, baby
Fuck they cheese? Everybody need a loan lately
Just like the first day of school, I brought my own paper
And how you want me to move on and you guiding me?
Heatseek the streets, sweeper, let's play hide and seek
You 'posed to be with me right now, why you lie to me?
I'm stayin' strong, I gotta hear your mama cry to me
They mans dropped, shit, it's really why they tryna beef
I probably stole a bitch, she told you I'm a thief
Taught me the game, I ran with it, now I'm tryna teach it
I see my goal from the bottom, shit, I'm tryna reach it
Pull up all-black foreign, they think I'm a preacher
I wasn't even ballin' at first, shit, I was in the bleachers
You never cherish what you lose 'til you really need it
And this part of me never show his face
We don't speak on dead bodies, nigga, it's open cases
Pull a bitch up off my roster, better know your place
One hit, then he dropped, shit, thought we
Laced him, that shit be strong, ain't it?
Can't see the pain, but I can feel it in my bones, baby
In a room full of people, I'm alone, baby
Fuck they cheese? Everybody need a loan lately
Just like the first day of school, I brought my own paper
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Writer(s): Thomas Lumpkins, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Thomas Horton, Jarvis Miller, Carlos Deshawn Fischer
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