歌手:Moneybagg Yo
专辑:《Motion God》

作词 : Thomas Walker/Taureon Hailey/Demario DeWayne White, Jr.
作曲 : Thomas Walker/Taureon Hailey/Demario DeWayne White, Jr.
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, mmm, let's get it
Let's get it, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go

[Verse 1]
See my eyes, red, I'm off these meds (Yeah)
Off the love, they do that for me, I ain't gotta put nothin' on his head (No)
Got these bitches out they body and these niggas in they chests
I post these racks up, just to motivate my niggas, ain't tryna flex (True)
Don't go broke tryna try that, 'cause every week, I'm private jet
These rappers need a stylist bad, but I ain't use a stylist yet (Ha)
Sign a million-dollar contract, send my boxers through a text (Quick)
Wake up, check my bank account, phone numbers in that bitch, I'm blessed (I'm like "Yes")
What's the word? Smokin' gumbo, urn, I'm up third right now (Up)
In the air, I'm free as a bird, plus I'm fly right now (Drip)
Talkin' slurred, can't pronounce a word up in this booth right now (Throw)
Full of syrup, I might kiss the curb, in this coupe right now (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Plenty fancy cars (Got too many)
It's a whole lot of motion involved (Know I'm heavy)
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (You can't see 'em)
New Cadillac bulletproof, cost three-hundred large (That's necessary)
Make a killin', it's a crime what I charge (How much you want?)
I got some racks and got the **** out her dodge (Mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit, them folks gon' pay me to ball (Show must go on)
Cut that bitch off, she ain't pick up when I call (If I did that, then I'd be wrong, wrong)

[Verse 2]
I just hit another city (Where?)
No need to look around for 'em, I brought the vibes with me (Right here)
Fresh off the [?], seven-hundred, all Benji's (Blues)
Still sippin' wock, I get the Sprite and pour some lines in it (Pour)
Can't see, my eyes tinted (No)
Made it, am I movin' P's? Smoothest motion you done seen
This shit here gon' sell itself, just wait, that cup on top of the bean
One of my hoes shop at Chanel, one of my hoes can't stay off [?]
You sold that bitch so many dreams, quit pillow-talkin', go to sleep
I can't go like 'Pac (No), bulletproof, 'cause they takin' shots (Bah)
Been reppin' it 'round the world, now my hood a famous block (Homes)
Got plenty hoes, clothes, shows, bowls, primary goals
I need me some more, I'm goin' up, like the Lambo' Aventador doors (Up)

[Chorus]
Plenty fancy cars (Got too many)
It's a whole lot of motion involved (Know I'm heavy)
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (You can't see 'em)
New Cadillac bulletproof, cost three-hundred large (That's necessary)
Make a killin', it's a crime what I charge (How much you want?)
I got some racks and got the **** out her dodge (Mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit, them folks gon' pay me to ball (Show must go on)
Cut that bitch off, she ain't pick up when I call (If I did that, then I'd be wrong, wrong)