Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-ah-ah Rico-Rico, yeah, hah Yeah, yeah, Rico, Rico, yeah Like yeah-yeah Oh my God, oh my God
Anywhere that I be at is a move When I turn up at my show it's a move Feeling like countin' my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove People be calling me rude, yeah Anywhere that I be at is a move When I turn up at my show it's a move Feeling like countin' my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove People be calling me rude, yeah Anywhere that I be at is a move When I turn up at my show it's a move Feeling like countin' my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove People be calling me rude, yeah I don't care, yeah
I'm making moves, I'm doin' what I wanna do Don't ever like to trust myself when it comes to you I'm only worried about money and revenues Scary ass bitches remind me of Scooby Doo Smoking Og feeling like I'm on Looney Tunes We twisting backwoods all day like a Rubik's Cube Monkey nuts on that chopper look like mini hula hoops We teach you a lesson better than school'll do Make your move
Make it how you want it We can do this shit in private or in public If we ain't talking money then it won't be no discussion Stop all the bluffing What's in your pockets nigga? Can't see nothing What's in my pockets? A bunch of blue hundreds I work hard for this boy, I didn't get lucky I'm eatin' good while you sittin' there munchin' Nigga you lunchin' Bread make me walk with a limp, I need crutches Only worried about the numbers Money come to me in clusters Niggas talking, they some busters Yellow diamonds look like buses If you got it then I rush ya I'm never folding under pressure Just Prada, designer I bought it so I can flex on a bitch in any weather, yeah
Anywhere that I be at is a move When I turn up at my show it's a move Feeling like countin' my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove Feeling like counting'my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove People be calling me rude, yeah I don't care, yeah
Chasin' this money but I'm never rushin' I got a new pistol, the best ones is Russian Don't blow my house down with that huffin' and puffin' You got a big mouth but you not goin' do nothing I'm out making moves, I'm making moves
I'm making moves, I'm doin' what I wanna do Don't ever like to trust myself when it comes to you I'm only worried about money and revenues Scary ass bitches remind me of Scooby Doo Smoking Og feeling like I'm on Looney Tunes We twisting backwoods all day like a Rubik's Cube Monkey nuts on that chopper look like mini hula hoops We teach you a lesson better than school'll do Make your move, yeah Just make your move, yeah-yeah-yeah
Anywhere that I be at is a move When I turn up at my show it's a move Feeling like countin' my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove People be calling me rude, yeah Anywhere that I be at is a move When I turn up at my show it's a move Feeling like countin' my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove People be calling me rude, yeah Anywhere that I be at is a move When I turn up at my show it's a move Feeling like countin' my money, my mood Pussy niggas tryna fuck up my groove People be calling me rude, yeah I don't care, yeah
Oh my God, hah Oh my God Yeah-yeah, haha
Compositores: Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly, Malik Anthony Foxx Parker, Dontrell Jamari Smith (Kidd Kenn) ECAD: Obra #43339931