MoneyBagg Yo - Motion God
Yeah, yeah, mm, skrrt, get itLet's get it, nigga
Uh, yeah, yeah
Go
See my eyes red, I'm off these meds (yeah)
Off the love, they do that for me, I ain't gotta put nothin' on his head (no)
Got these bitches out they body and these niggas in they chest
I post these racks up just to motivate my niggas, I ain't tryna flex (true)
Don't go broke tryna try that, 'cause every week, I'm private jet
These rappers need a stylist bad but I ain't used a stylist yet (ha)
Signin' million dollar contracts in my boxers through a text (quick)
Wake up, check my bank account, phone numbers in that bitch, I'm blessed (I'm like, "Yes")
What's the word? Smokin' Gumbo herb, I'm up there right now (up)
In the air, I'm free as a bird, plus, I'm fly right now (drip)
Talkin' slurred, can't pronounce a verb in this booth right now (throwed)
Full of syrup, I might kiss the curb in this coupe right now (skrrt)
Plenty fancy cars (got too many)
It's a whole lot of motion involved (know I'm havin')
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (you can't see'em)
New Cadillac bulletproof cost three-hundred large (that's necessary)
Make a killing, it's a crime what I charge (how much you want?)
I got some racks and got the fuck outta dodge (mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit, them folks gon' pay me to ball (show must go on)
Cut that bitch off, she ain't pick up when I call (if I did that, then I'd be wrong, wrong)
I just hit another city (where?)
No need to look around for 'em, I brought the vibes with me (right here)
Fresh off the press, a cool seven-hundred, all Benjis (blues)
Still sippin' Wock', I get the Sprite and pour some lines in it (pour)
Can't see my eyes tinted (no)
Made a M off movin' Ps? Smoothest motion you done seen
This shit here gon' sell itself, just weigh that cup on top of the bean
One of my hoes shop in Chanel, one of my hoes can't stay off SHEIN
You sold this bitch so many dreams, quit pillow talkin', go to sleep
I can't go like Pac (no), bulletproof 'cause they takin' shots (bah)
Been reppin' it 'round the world, now my hood a famous block (Holmes)
Got plenty hoes, clothes, shows, bows, primary goals
I need me some mo', I'm goin' up like the Lambo' Aventador doors (up)
Plenty fancy cars (got too many)
It's a whole lot of motion involved (know I'm havin')
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (you can't see 'em)
New Cadillac bulletproof cost three-hundred large (that's necessary)
Make a killing, it's a crime what I charge (how much you want?)
I got some racks and got the fuck outta dodge (mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit, them folks gon' pay me to ball (show must go on)
Cut that bitch off, she ain't pick up when I call (if I did that, then I'd be wrong, wrong)
(Sky did it)
(Drop that shit, T-Head)
Written by:
DeMario Dewayne White Jr., Taureon Hailey, Thomas Walker
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