Johnny Nami - Move On

Yves St Laurent what you want
But I'm cool with clipping coupons
Big diamonds get yo groove on
But I used to sleep on futons
You think that you can't do wrong
Truth is, you sick as Wuhan
My time to finally move on
My time to finally move on
Yves St Laurent what you wanted
Soon as you got it you flaunt it
I really thought that we bonded
Told me you were down to earth
I winked at you and you nodded
I really liked what we started
But yo soul is too rotted
You only care about a purse
Gotta put this in a hearse
And get over it
Watching you run out of time
Like an older bitch
Once I put you in a verse
Then it's over with
Over with
Over with
Over with
Damn
I run up a check
And you want me to waste it
Gave you my heart
But you wanted to break it
Wanted a girl
But you wanted a bracelet
Gave you the world
But you wanted to take it
Look at the flick of the wrist
I leave a bitch like lickity split
Could be my baby
You could be my lady
As long as you know
I'm not giving you shit
I'm honest
I got the money
But I'm not a dummy
In other words I'm on it
Lil bitch I'm on it
I'm on it
I
Wanted to make it a movie
You
Wanted Emilio Pucci
I
Wanted to be a father
You
Wanted Balenciaga
I
Wanted to quit these whores
You
Wanted Michael Kors
I
Got nothing left for you
Not even residue
This is the death of you
Bitch I'm gone
Yves St Laurent what you want
But I'm cool with clipping coupons
Big diamonds get yo groove on
But I used to sleep on futons
You think that you can't do wrong
Truth is, you sick as Wuhan
My time to finally move on
My time to finally move on

Written by:
John Idlebird

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