Money Motivated Movements

OK, check 1, 313 Once again, Guilty and Four Tet We’re what you call vets Jet with the speed of Corvettes Make four sing like quartets My enemies want to raid my fortress (nah) But I’m swift on my feet like Dorsett I’m from the pit, soon to be a star when I hit Yeah, you running back trying to figure me out I’m at the bar till the liquor run out I’m driven off hate Only satisfied when I’m getting y’all cake (money) If she on the rag then I’m hitting all face I’m pro fellatio Bad hoes get dough and take it slow Detroit-bred, code red On the block politicking with the old heads (Old head: What’s up, man? What up, what up?) (Guilty: What’s up, old head, man? What you got for your mans today? Huh?) Get that knowledge And learn what they didn’t teach y’all in college Don’t test me, boy, the skill is polished (blaw) And you could be thin, big-boned, or brolic (Let’s get it on) Back to win, my side consists of street villains Sewing up blocks with stock and [reap?] millions Money motivates my movements Victorious, my squad ain’t for losing (no) We come through, chicks go wild and scream My Ziplock holds big piles of green (smoke) No sticks, no seeds, big league trees Kush, burn that bush Stagnant cats can’t move without push Pussy, clean y’all out without douche Four Tet reps the real And since the deal I copped that extra steel Don’t cross me, that could be costly Duck, I’m convinced that y’all suck Stones Throw is the team Light another blunt up and get your cream (Let’s get it on, we better than the norm)