BoofPaxkMooky - Movin Round lyrics

[BoofPaxkMooky - Movin Round lyrics]

I'd really like to use cash

Move 'round this bitch
So you know I can't stay
I move to Atlanta, she call me Lil Baby
I just got the Sig, I put ten in his face
You not 'bout money, fuck out my face
I beat yo lil' ass in this mall like DaBaby
Send yo ass up, he lazy, niggas hate, wait
In this throwback smokin' on dank
Nigga off this Percocet, I was just playin'
I need that bag, had to get me a plan
You too late dawg, you ain’t
Know you is a bitch dawg, not a man, he mad
He a fan

My pockets up boy, I fill 'em with deads
You can't get up with me
Lightyear like it's Buzz with me
Don't talk about that, to me
I stay in the office like Willis
And that's not my hoe but it should be
I see you right now like what's good
And I really like to use cash, I'm up
Bеat cash
And this bitch want to fuck but I went
Too fast so that bitch don't trust me
I can see in your face likе you ugly
What's that on my wrist, yeah it's bustin'
I pull out that Glock and I'm busting
These niggas really disgusting
And I got these feelings for nothing

Move 'round this bitch
So you know I can't stay
I move to Atlanta, she call me Lil Baby
I just got the Sig, I put ten in his face
You ain't talkin' about money
Fuck out my face
I beat yo 'lil ass in this mall like DaBaby
Send yo ass up, he lazy, niggas hate, wait
In this throwback smokin' on dank
Nigga off this Percocet, I was just playin'
I need that bag, had to get me a plan
You too late dawg, you ain’t
Know you is a bitch dawg, not a man, he mad
He a fan

Aye, my pockets on tough nigga
Aye, I smell like too much nigga
Damn, stick up, give that shit up nigga
No lacking, I'ma get up with you
Big thot, I cannot fuck with you
Kick rocks, after I'm done with you
Eat Xanax, with a Lunchable
Baby want good sex, I'm not fucking you
You wanna talk, no discussing you
I'm throwing shit off the wall, rushing you
Dealing with shit but I don't
Mean to hustle you
Riding round with a glocky
Done with this bitch tryna' pop me
I don't wanna smoke out your pot, please
I'm married to money
I'm getting this money can't drop me
After we fuck I say stop, please
(I'd really like to use cash)
This hoe wanna come, I say not me not me

Move 'round this bitch
So you know I can't stay
I move to Atlanta, she call me Lil Baby
I just got the Sig, I put ten in his face
You ain't talkin' about money
Fuck out my face
I beat yo 'lil ass in this mall like DaBaby
Send yo ass up, he lazy, niggas hate, wait
In this throwback smokin' on dank
Nigga off this Percocet, I was just playin'
I need that bag, had to get me a plan
You too late dawg, you ain’t
Know you is a bitch dawg, not a man, he mad
He a fan

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