Move Smartr lyrics

[Chorus]
Need to, uh, move smarter (Hehe)
How I made it out of school, I don't need a scholar
Flrrt, flrrt, money in the Benz get me farther
Doot-doot-doot, seen his tour van then we shot it up
Oh, huh, you just gotta move smarter
Why you still got my style? Baby, I'm the father
Huh, all my clothes skinny, b*tch, I'm good and proper
Say my name three times, baby, I'ma pop up
Pop, huh, huh, pop up
I ain't never seen you spin sh*t, who your shotta?
Huh, what, what you talkin' about? n*gga, na-da
Yeah, I'm the 6ix God like NOCTA
I explained to her, uh, yeah
Chip, chip, gettin' to that cheese, uh, pasta
Huh, yeah, b*tches don't believe, you an impostor
Huh, yeah, got a b*tch on her knees, she do wild stuff (Yeah)

[Verse]
Huh, wild, uh, yеah, wild
Been sheddin' some tears 'causе this sh*t took a while
Huh, what's that on my ear? Well, a couple thou' (Okay, okay)
Made it to New York off a motherf*ckin' sound
Not a new artist, b*tch, I been around
Two blunts that I'm 'bout to face now (f*ck that)
f*ck the b*tch, get in, then kick her out (A'ight)
Get the bread, new cheese and chao (Chao, yeah)
I don't even got a piece right now
On the beans, lil' b*tch, you foul (Foul)
Do sh*t, make my brother proud
Do this sh*t for the n*ggas that can't
Put you on, why you bitin' the hand?
Tryna run, that's why you get cramped
I'm the best n*gga in the land
I don't even know what to do next
Get high, that money came in
What I'm 'bout to spend out in France
Beat the pus*y like pots and pans
Hit it, mix it up, spin it, off a Xanny, yeah
You rent it, I done copped it now
Huh, yeah, you a tenet, I don't like when they stare (Tenet)
[Chorus]
Need to, uh, move smarter
How I made it out of school, I don't need a scholar
Flrrt, flrrt, money in the Benz get me farther
Doot-doot-doot, seen his tour van then we shot it up
Oh, huh, you just gotta move smarter
Why you still got my style? Baby, I'm the father
Huh, all my clothes skinny, b*tch, I'm good and proper
Say my name three times, baby, I'ma pop up
Pop, huh, huh, pop up
I ain't never seen you spin sh*t, who your shotta?
Huh, what, what you talkin' about? n*gga, na-da
Yeah, I'm the 6ix God like NOCTA
I explained to her, uh, yeah
Chip, chip, gettin' to that cheese, uh, pasta
Huh, yeah, b*tches don't believe, you an impostor
Huh, yeah, got a b*tch on her knees, she do wild stuff

[Outro]
She's wild, ayy-ayy, she do wild
She do wild