Move

[Intro: Sheek Louch]

Oh shit. Ah, man. Niggas say "yo, say something at the beginning, nigga, aight". You know how hard it is to say some shit, when you talk about real shit, nigga. Ya'mean? It's like yo, nigga. Yeah. Oh, we gon', we gon' come to life, nigga. We gon' come to life, nigga. One more time. Rewind that

[Chorus: Styles P]

All this drip, all this money, all these jewels

All my niggas got these bitches like "oooh"

Watch what you say when we kick it

'Cause the shooter lookin' at you like food

You've been on the Gram or Twitter on some bitch shit talkin' about your mood

But we don't give a fuck, my nigga

Comin' through, fuckboys better move

[Verse 1: Styles P]

You lookin' at a winner (Look at me)

Probably go to Hell, got a black Jessica Biel, you lookin' at a sinner

Kiss'll get the bank

Louch'll get the women and I'm laying up the dank

While I'm lookin' for the link (I'm lookin')

Is he talkin' about wipe or a LLC, ya LP

Ignorant nigga, yeah, it's nothin' to tell me (Nothin')

Lookin' classy rockin' [?] while pushin' a Shelby

Got the Jack Boy elegance, mask is LV

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

You know when I get on a song I enhance it (Uh)

Monopoly with real money, I'ma chance it (Yeah)

Might lease the Lambo truck or finance it

Scared to death your whole life, you die frantic (Scared)

Plus I'm way smarter than niggas, that's my advantage (Yeah)

Hudson in the crack spot was my Atlantis (Woo)

Young boys takin' them penitentiary chances (Yes)

We was gonna make it no matter what the advance is

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]

Ayo, yo, he ain't want it, and she don't want it

I was thinkin' ' bout them days  whenI was drinkin' 'em blunted

Run around with fake niggas I'ma keep it a hundred

I told that bitch she could drown if I ever go broke

I got two niggas to count on, put the L.O.X. sound on

That's silk like gown on, I'ma as old as Calgon

The guns'll pop off

Kidnap, as long as you you got that money to drop off, I'm good (D-Block)

[Chorus: Styles P]

All this drip, all this money, all these jewels

All my niggas got these bitches like "oooh"

Watch what you say when we kick it

'Cause the shooter lookin' at you like food

You've been on the Gram or Twitter on some bitch shit talkin' about your mood

But we don't give a fuck, my nigga

Comin' through, fuckboys better move

[Verse 4: Styles P]

Shout out my niggas that own the spot (What up?)

I could make niggas do dumb shit like Mona Scott

Need Narco money, Pablo and Gilberto (Hey)

Quarter pound of [?] my nigga, I get you shot (Facts)

Speak of the top five, three of us in the slot (LOX)

Name the other two and I bet you I get 'em popped (Bet you)

Tell Louch and Kiss to spill 'em I bet you I get 'em mopped (Bet you)

Pass me the blade and I bet you I get 'em chopped

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]

It's like this yo, you know the Styles, Sheek and 'Kiss flow

It's unparalleled to anything on mixshow

Sort of like hardcore rap mixed with disco

Strain from L.A. and San Francisco

I'ma smoke most of it, maybe I'll let the zip go (Maybe)

Around a bunch of young, wild niggas that let the clips go (Brrt)

You can guarantee that the shooters'll never miss though

It's either the cheebas, Cohiba or Montecristo

[Verse 6: Sheek Louch]

Too much crime, too much time on your hands to explain

Too many menaces to society niggas thinkin' they Caine

Too many new generation rappers thinkin' they Wayne

Like you came up with your own style, that shit is insane

But oh no, oh no, I look like "oh no, he didn't"

Grams on the block where Nas made It Was Written

Kumbaya, this Musafa

The other black president, don don Barrack Allah (D-Block)

[Chorus: Styles P]

All this drip, all this money, all these jewels

All my niggas got these bitches like "oooh"

Watch what you say when we kick it

'Cause the shooter lookin' at you like food

You've been on the Gram or Twitter on some bitch shit talkin' about your mood

But we don't give a fuck, my nigga

Comin' through, fuckboys better move