Benjamin Grant - Move

You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy wetter than a
Cruise
Niggz praying on my downfall the shit is sad
They don't even know me they just know I got a bag
What they don't know is that this nickle plated mag
A have them looking like a bitch
What a drag
I just bagged this little cutie she was in a jag
Light skin phat ass
And she's a sags
Said she wanna cuff me so I asked to see her badge
I'm focused on my math selling plenty pounds of gas
Dimes twenties quarters and half's got me
Stacking the money increasing my stash
Haters try and hate and say that my product is trash
But I guarantee you cough when you puff puff pass
It's a marathon
And most folks won't last
I got dope for your needle and crack for your glass
You should think twice
Before you feel my wrath
Got a hundred in the drum and two hundred on the dash
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy wetter than a
Cruise
Nigga I head tap
I don't care if you got a vest
I don't blow money all I do is reinvest
North south east to west
I got plenty bad bitches who be giving me sex
Bring them in kick them out then I'm on to the next
I'm a boss so my name go in front of the checks
Niggz see me with they bitch and they get so vex
She ain't picking up her phone so you sending a text
You seem so perplexed
She don't even claim you she refer to you as an ex
She smoking weed drinking liquor popping plenty of x
Girls just wanna have fun I'm relieving her stress
I be smacking on her ass while she play wit her breast
She b taking dick deep man I swear she the best
All you niggz who b hating should just give it a rest
Before you catch two to the head and five to the chest
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy wetter than a
Cruise
Haters know the vibe
They know how my money triple
She riding on my dick while I'm sucking on her nipple
I lick her rib make her smile
Kuz it tickle
She bus a couple nuts then she proceed to suck the pickle
Your money only trickle
The chrome I got is Nickle
Putting hands and feet on anybody instrumental
These niggz sentimental
I'm all in shorty dental
I'm in and out of town moving work in a rental
I get some product then I knock it off
Weed pills dope and soft
Bitches know that I'm the shit
I ain't gotta floss
I'm a motherfucking boss word to rick ross
Twenty four karats wit the v v's in the cross
Focused on my mission most these other niggz lost
Niggz think they got some drip
But I got the sauce
Cutting out the middle man I get it from the source

Written by:
Gregory Cambry

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