Sir Michael Rocks - Move Something lyrics
rate meI told her to juke something
Make it wetter if you want to
You could let us get the keys to the trunk, boo
You could make a hundred Gs on your birthday
Girl, you shittin' me? It's your first day?
She pick up the hiccup, she tryna get ready to get all them checks
Damn girl, why you so fat?
And I know them hoes be hating, baby
She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks
Damn, how you get a dumper like that?
Know you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it
She got a trunk, she got a wagon
You gotta drive that thing, don't crash it
You got a whip, that thing like a racing horse
Ay man, we ship cocaine then race the Porsches
It's business first, then we play
I fuck nothing but actresses, NBA
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Like a torn ACL, nigga, we don't play
I'm in the Panamera whipping around, me and my young bitch
Gold in her mouth, she 19, but she dumb thick
Hoes pull up, then I'mma punch it
I'm drunk driving on my way to the function
Man, fuck these niggas, man, fuck these bitches
Man, if they ain't tryna see you shine
Easy as a shot from the free throw line
Go on and make a hundred Gs one time
I told her to juke something
Make it wetter if you want to
You could let us get the keys to the trunk, boo
You could make a hundred Gs on your birthday
Girl, you shittin' me? It's your first day?
She pick up the hiccup, she tryna get ready to get all them checks
Damn girl, why you so fat?
And I know them hoes be hating, baby
She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks
Damn, how you get a dumper like that?
Know you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it
Hey, hold me up, hold my cup
Man, that ass so dumb, it might flunk
Hey, man, I'm from the clique
I told my bro to roll me a zip, man
Catch me out in traffic, you talking to the captain
It's Banco with four freaks in the Range Rove'
Nasty but classy, a true G
Been training of the money like choo, choo
I make bankrolls, do the Watusi
I'm a plug nigga, good sushi
And now the bad bitches wanna get loosey
Been tryna get out of the city
I sprinkled the carpet with hundreds and fifties
We sipping the Cristal, we pissy
She throwing it back like a Frisbee
I'm falling in love with that
So how you get up in the club with that?
Take it back, girl
I told her to juke something
Make it wetter if you want to
You could let us get the keys to the trunk, boo
You could make a hundred Gs on your birthday
Girl, you shittin' me? It's your first day?
She pick up the hiccup, she tryna get ready to get all them checks
Damn girl, why you so fat?
And I know them hoes be hating, baby
She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks
Damn, how you get a dumper like that?
Know you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it
