Rod Wave - Moving Like the Mafia lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Moving Like the Mafia lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Will a fool
Uh
In my cell all alone I still hear your cries
Arguing wit' all night long
Tryna heal your pride
I, love yo' ass to death but
You can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money
All that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck wit' no one
You can say he celibate
Choppers on his tour bus
Don't get out your element
Choppers on his tour bus
Moving like the Taliban
(uh, yeah, ok)
Moving like the mafia
But I'm not Michael Corleone
Still I'll knock my brother off
If he ever try and do mе wrong
'Cause I gave my all to you
You know I gave my hеart to you
I invested time, loyalty
And showed my flaws to you
I tried to go to sleep
But I just stood by the door
Misses officer come and free me
Can I please use the phone
I been screaming inside my cell thinking
'bout you all night long
Like, I hope you there when I get home
Staring at the walls thinking bout' all
Of the shit I did wrong
We celebrate the W's but I
Took L's on my own
We celebrate the W's but took L's on my own
(yeah, but)
In my cell all alone I still hear your cries
Arguing wit' all night long
Tryna heal your pride
I, love yo' ass to but you
Can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money
All that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck wit' no one
You can say he celibate
Choppers on his tour bus
Don't get out your element
Choppers on his tour bus
Moving like the Taliban
(uh, yeah, ok)
Yeah, yeah
Will a fool
Uh
In my cell all alone I still hear your cries
Arguing wit' all night long
Tryna heal your pride
I, love yo' ass to death but
You can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money
All that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck wit' no one
You can say he celibate
Choppers on his tour bus
Don't get out your element
Choppers on his tour bus
Moving like the Taliban
(uh, yeah, ok)
Moving like the mafia
But I'm not Michael Corleone
Still I'll knock my brother off
If he ever try and do mе wrong
'Cause I gave my all to you
You know I gave my hеart to you
I invested time, loyalty
And showed my flaws to you
I tried to go to sleep
But I just stood by the door
Misses officer come and free me
Can I please use the phone
I been screaming inside my cell thinking
'bout you all night long
Like, I hope you there when I get home
Staring at the walls thinking bout' all
Of the shit I did wrong
We celebrate the W's but I
Took L's on my own
We celebrate the W's but took L's on my own
(yeah, but)
In my cell all alone I still hear your cries
Arguing wit' all night long
Tryna heal your pride
I, love yo' ass to but you
Can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money
All that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck wit' no one
You can say he celibate
Choppers on his tour bus
Don't get out your element
Choppers on his tour bus
Moving like the Taliban
(uh, yeah, ok)