Move Around

[Intro: YG] Mustard on the beat, hoe [Verse 1: Royce The Choice] Lay down for a nigga, or get out by 6 I hit a lick before I wosh my dick Had to drop the kids off, bout 8 this morning Back to this bank I chace, like JP Morgan Got a broke bitch, put it in her mouth It's cool to watch the game at your house Let me think about it, thought about it, no Plug to plug, but you was at your home I don't know, just some shit I don't condone My nefew smokin, off the D Lo I need paper, pink, print a few sheets Got a freak in the drop, only in her dreams Acount stack, we do that all week No fools, we cut down your tree With a couple LBs in the air with it Me, I give 'm ten racks, like a bear with it [Verse 2: RJ] Nigga, I give 'm a Berkin, fuck around, might give 'm a burger Maybe even give a Berkin to them bitches that take it a little further Sellin that Turky, no opertoonity, leave it in curtins Got him in chearch and merk him, that's the perpis You just talkin, I drive all the cars He car tellin, I'm cartellen Royce, they better not say nothin on your name, boy, you a fellin I shoot they parents, grandparents, cause mine all fellins Love myself today, sweet high Fuck them decoys, don't wanna see the streetside