Movin Round lyrics

[Intro]
I'd really like to use cash

[Chorus]
Move 'round this b*tch, 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, f*ck out my face
I beat yo lil' ass in this mall like DaBaby
Send yo ass up, he lazy, n*ggas hate, wait
In this throwback smokin' on dank
n*gga 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 b*tch dawg, not a man, he mad, he a fan

[Verse 1]
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 b*tch want to f*ck but I went too fast so that b*tch 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 n*ggas really disgusting
And I got these feelings for nothing
[Chorus]
Move 'round this b*tch, 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, f*ck out my face
I beat yo 'lil ass in this mall like DaBaby
Send yo ass up, he lazy, n*ggas hate, wait
In this throwback smokin' on dank
n*gga 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 b*tch dawg, not a man, he mad, he a fan

[Verse 2]
Aye, my pockets on tough n*gga
Aye, I smell like too much n*gga
Damn, stick up, give that sh*t up n*gga
No lacking, I'ma get up with you
Big thot, I cannot f*ck with you
Kick rocks, after I'm done with you
Eat Xanax, with a Lunchable
Baby want good sex, I'm not f*cking you
You wanna talk, no discussing you
I'm throwing sh*t off the wall, rushing you
Dealing with sh*t but I don't mean to hustle you
Riding round with a glocky, done with this b*tch 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 f*ck I say stop, please (I'd really like to use cash)
This hoe wanna come, I say not me
Not me
[Chorus]
Move 'round this b*tch, 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, f*ck out my face
I beat yo 'lil ass in this mall like DaBaby
Send yo ass up, he lazy, n*ggas hate, wait
In this throwback smokin' on dank
n*gga 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 b*tch dawg, not a man, he mad, he a fan