What U Movin lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yeah, I love the blow
Spaceships
Yeah, coke parties
(Grimlin)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Migo plug off a white gold
I'm in Texas looking for the Act
They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back"
My whole hood full of gang bangers
I ain't selling you sh*t if you ain't gang banging
Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shooting
f*ck the club, b*tch we dope swinging, what you moving?

[Verse 1: Jimmy Rocket & Waka Flocka Flame]
Trap, trap, trap, trap (Half a brick)
Trap, trap, trap, trap (Whole motherf*cking brick)
Old n*ggas out here living off them old war stories
f*ck that n*gga hood, Jimmy Rocket, go shoot up the place
Yeah, keep playing, them young n*ggas hop and they get it spraying
The K got a drum like I played in the band
And the grip on this stick is the size of a can
When I let this b*tch go, it's gon' sing like Roxanne
We sending them shots at your memory glands
Like Minecraft, we gon' take over your land
You don't think she got ace in the cut
At your door boy, that boy Pizza Hut
I'm a dog to these hoes like a mutt
I'm on Roosevelt, chilling with Theodore
We got big guns, you haven't see before
Keep me two K's like I don't f*ck with EA Sports
Most of these rappers remind me of [?]
I was hard headed, n*gga, I ain't never go to school
Young n*gga sh*t, hitting licks what I used to do
Two n*ggas hopping out the Benz just like an Uber pool, Jimmy, yeah
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Migo plug off a white gold
I'm in Texas looking for the Act
They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back"
My whole hood full of gang bangers
I ain't selling you sh*t if you ain't gang banging
Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shooting
f*ck the club, b*tch we dope swinging, what you moving?

[Verse 2: Jimmy Rocket & Waka Flocka Flame]
Get to the money, n*gga, what you doin'? What you movin'?
Extendos, extendos, we don't play Nintendo
We hop out them rentals and walk that boy down
Put your thoughts on the ground
I do not talk 'bout my jewellery too loud
You know that lame sh*t is not allowed
I'm in your hood, and you not around
They don't want beef like a cow
I got these hoes turning heads like an owl
You n*ggas is dead if Big Homie go, "Bow"
That stick get to waving like it's in a crowd
These double-oh-seven guys ain't got no sound
These f*ck n*ggas talkin' down
Got some sh*t too a n*gga word around town
n*ggas get to singing on the stand, James Brown
I'll leave a n*gga body in the lost-and-found
If you wanna be up, gotta stay down
All these hoes getting bussed like a Greyhound
I'm a young fly n*gga, being honest
'Cause I been getting bucks, Giannis
I'ma run to that bag like Sonic, lil' Jimmy
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
She sniffing cocaine off the table
Migo plug off a white gold
I'm in Texas looking for the Act
They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back"
My whole hood full of gang bangers
I ain't selling you sh*t if you ain't gang banging
Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shooting
f*ck the club, b*tch we dope swinging, what you moving?