Money Move

Yeat, Nessly

Go 'head, O danny, I see you On some cash, what I'm running through Bands, make that money move Dance, make that honey groove Pussy tastes like honeydew With these racks I see straight through you You thought that shit was make believe All this guap I got on me It make these bitches want to see Hold up diamonds flooded on my ring, check I got money for my team Women is so delicious Swimming in different bitches i'ma get Audemar on my wrist Got a new bitch, suck dick Autopilot in a spaceship Bad lil' baby, can you face it? Hop in the Tesla, I put it in coupe What the hеll did I do to you? Why can't you just keep it real Keep the truth? Yuh Keeping it the truth, yuh (Keeping it) Keeping it truе, yuh (Keeping it keep) Keeping it true, yuh (Keeping it true) Keeping it true, yuh (yeah) huh, yuh, yuh Keeping it true with me (Keeping it keeping it) Keeping it true with me (True) Too many holes in my jeans On some cash, what I'm running through Bands, make that money move Dance, make that honey groove Pussy tastes like honeydew With these racks, I see straight through you (yeah) You thought that shit was make believe All this guap I got on me It make these bitches want to see (yeah, yeah) Niggas flexing Gucci that they Bought on Grailed (Heehee) Same price for your Gucci Pay my brother bail (O oh) Pull up in a Batmobile I feel like Christian Bale (Ooh, yeah) I just poured the Wockhardt in the Ginger Ale (yeah, yeah) got 30 texts 'bout money Thought it was chain mail (Hey, yeah) These bitches think I'm feeling them I can't read braille (Hey, yeah) Show me hifey, pussy taste like diced peach (Mwah) diamonds white bleach Diamonds made my Sprite pink (yeah) I just made a chain and I ditched it (O oh) Yuh, I just fucked her Friend and went distant (Facts) Yuh, Phantom and the Ghost, superstitious (Big racks) I fucked the most, too many hoes Put 'em in Guinness (Heehee) On some cash, what I'm running through Bands, make that money move Dance, make that honey groove Pussy tastes like honeydew With these racks I see straight through you You thought that shit was make believe All this guap I got on me It make these bitches want to see Dew dew

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