Paroles Money Moves par Kwengface

(Pull up, ShowNProve, like my producer)
I'm all about some money moves, wait

We ain't no regular dudes, yeah, yeah
We ain't no regular dudes
Comin' all, smooth
Oh, they heard I got the juice (Got the juice)
I'm about the money moves (Bap-bap-bap, yeah, yeah)
Tell me, ''Pull up'', so I slide
She told me, ''Pull up'', so I slide (Bap-bap-bap)
I told her, ''I'll be there in 5'' (There in 5)
Gelato got me fried
I got money on mind
Yo, look

I just put a thousand twenty, it's a rubbеr band
Man couldn't care about another man
See, I got sweet ones out hеre tryna cuff a man
But I ain't tryna do lover man
Had a little ting for an Asian, can't bring me home 'cause the family's racist
Got my sword in my hand, man's ragin', anythin' in a tracksuit, man shave it
Can't lie I had beef with the tramps
Now I switched up my sh*t, got beef with the bank
Just 'cause a man see me with plaits
Still grip on a mash, go squeeze for the gang
No jutsu, weave in my hands
No strings, man beat then I dash
This wag ain't creepin' on man
P***star sex got her leavin' her man
Look, how many man been did-in? '018 it was nothin' but drillings
Or I was in the ends with the powerplants, had a man feelin' like Burns and Smithers
Sweet one tryna hang with the killers 'cause she know we're the realist
And nah, I won't wear that sh*t if it ain't Trapstar, SG or the Rea1ist
We ain't no regular dudes, yeah, yeah
We ain't no regular dudes
Comin' all, smooth
Oh, they heard I got the juice (Got the juice)
I'm about the money moves (Bap-bap-bap) (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me, ''Pull up'', so I slide
She told me, ''Pull up'', so I slide (Bap-bap-bap)
I told her, ''I'll be there in 5'' (There in 5)
Gelato got me fried
I got money on mind

The West side winnin', got no bringin', phone line ringin' (Phone line ringin')
I kick and bill it
This ain't no drip, but come through swimmin'
Anythin' opp, man drill it, same way, anythin' opp, man bill it
I just spent five racks in Harrods, uptown sauce, man spillin'
Juggin' on the D-low
District's got a reload
I call this the G-throw, ooh, ooh, ohh-ooh-ooh
If I pull out in a blacked-out coupe
I'm gonna let that shoot
Back this glizzy and things get sticky, no grizzy I make a man move
Pull up to the party
I'm with all my chargies, we don't like the federaly
Ooh, ooh, ohh-ooh-ooh
Man pulled up to the rave with my army and now I'm tryna lock this party
Two hands on a mash, get clarty
Air that, man do you and your dargy
We ain't no regular dudes, yeah, yeah
We ain't no regular dudes
Comin' all, smooth
Oh, they heard I got the juice (Got the juice)
I'm about the money moves (Bap-bap-bap, yeah, yeah)
Tell me, ''Pull up'', so I slide
She told me, ''Pull up'', so I slide (Bap-bap-bap)
I told her, ''I'll be there in 5'' (There in 5)
Gelato got me fried
I got money on mind