Keep It Movin lyrics

[Verse 1]
Okay, me I'm 'bout the money, f*ck the fame yeah
I'ma stack the money with the gang yeah
Smokin' out that Backwood like a tank, yeah
Dae Dae havin' racks, b*tch what you think, yeah
Know I gotta hit 'em with another one
No I cannot sit b*tch, I can't cuddle up
Yeah I know I'm rich but b*tch I'm harm as f*ck
And I'm on my sh*t, take care my mama, yeah
And I'm having kids, sh*t like five of 'em
And I copped a crib for all five of 'em
I gotta keep it real with all five of 'em
If I ain't in the Sprinter putting miles on it

[Chorus]
Know I'm in the trap with my mans 'dem (in the trap)
You trippin' 'bout this nat, she been ran through ('bout this nat)
I'm probably in the back, b*tch I'm grooving (in the back yeah)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout nothing, keep it moving (keep it moving)
I might get mad when I'm losing (keep it moving)
I bounce back, b*tch I do this (just keep it moving)
If she ain't bad and she ain't boujee (she keep it moving)
Moving, moving

[Verse 2]
Gang sh*t, pull up where you claim n*gga
No main ho, my baby mama paid n*gga (Keisha)
No lames though, that's just how I was raised n*gga (believe 'dat)
On the block with my motherf*ckin' neighbors
I got a Glock, that motherf*cker everywhere where I be
I put a rock in the trap with my daddy
Stain sh*t, pull up take your stain n*gga
Blue Flame, f*ck it make it rain n*gga
Anyway, you miss me with that lame sh*t (n*gga no way)
I'm the type to pull up where you hangin' (at your door way)
Better sit up when I come in, I'ma make n*ggas (sit up)
Got a b*tch countin' hundreds for the f*ckin' kid (count them hundreds)
[Chorus]
Know I'm in the trap with my mans 'dem (in the trap)
You trippin' 'bout this nat, she been ran through ('bout this nat)
I'm probably in the back, b*tch I'm grooving (in the back yeah)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout nothing, keep it moving (keep it moving)
I might get mad when I'm losing (keep it moving)
I bounce back, b*tch I do this (just keep it moving)
If she ain't bad and she ain't boujee (she keep it moving)
Moving, moving

[Verse 3]
All type of hustler, n*gga hustling
In the trenches, on the block with all my cousins 'dem
Know that Glock in my prescence, I ain't trusting sh*t
I f*ck with opps, I f*ck with bloods, I f*ck with cuz 'dem
n*ggas hate but know it's love, that's on my end
Knees scrubbed on that rug, I got my ass kicked
Out that mud like I'm Suge
Now I'm getting a dub even when the books bad
Told this lil ho go'n with all that lame sh*t though
I'm tryna stack them hundreds with my gang gang
I was in Miami with the homie Quan and Dae Dae
They rollin' plain jane
They on the same thing
Said they lookin' for me, I'm in the trap
[Chorus]
Know I'm in the trap with my mans 'dem (in the trap)
You trippin' 'bout this nat, she been ran through ('bout this nat)
I'm probably in the back, b*tch I'm grooving (in the back yeah)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout nothing, keep it moving (keep it moving)
I might get mad when I'm losing (keep it moving)
I bounce back, b*tch I do this (just keep it moving)
If she ain't bad and she ain't boujee (she keep it moving)
Moving, moving