Gucci Mane - Move Me (Explicit)
Written By:Phil “Triggaman” Price、Orville “Bugs Can Can” Hall、J. White Did It & 1 more
I'm a real street nig*a
I don't see it that way
I bought a Rolls Royce 'cause bi*ch
I want my roses today
Y'all been hidin' from the truth
but you gon' listen today
I'm the head coach
so know what position to play
Gas bag shawty yeah I gotta fly to the Bay
Knock the meat out your rib
I got tape on the K
She a goddess of the trap
angel white like the yay
She so motherfu*kin' thick
you let her know where you stay
Like a cartoon
lil' bi*ch took a pie to the face
Ice Cube cold game it's one hell of a day
She got a real pretty face you like
Where is her waist
Took that bit*h to the place and she like
Where is the safe
Looking in my pockets
it's filled with blue hundreds
Don't nothing move me but the godda*n money
Drop a bag make the room clear run run dear
The stick long as a broom it can kill a reindeer
Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here
Since Gucci Mane left it just not the same here
Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin'
Help help
Wet him up like Mike Phelps dead in seatbelt
Gambling with the trap god better not welch
He brought it on his own self
he caused his own death
Tryna make a death threat with a weak rep
Uphill battle runnin' up some steep steps
Ballers on the right haters on the left
Money make these bi*ches can't keep
they hands to they self
Way this money comin' in sh*t
I'ma need some help
East Atlanta Santa and y'all all Santa elves
Buckin' used to pull it nig*a I was just 12
You still ain't got no straightening nig*a
you just took an L
If I do a feature
it's gon' cost like fifty bales
I need an endorsement
I'm the poster boy for scales
Took a million risks I took the train
I took the mail
Most you nig*as shell
I sell water to a whale
Tried to break me in the cell I'm too strong
I still prevail
Smoke one for Aaliyah nig*a turn this up a lil'
Looking in my pockets it's filled with blue hundreds
Don't nothing move me but the godda*n money
Drop a bag make the room clear run run dear
The stick long as a broom it can kill a reindeer
Before you came here we was sellin' 'ca*ne here
Since Gucci Mane left it just not the same here
Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin'
Help help
Wet him up like Mike Phelps dead in seatbelt