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