Banks - Money Movement lyrics

[Verse 1: Banks] Birds going mep mep like the road runner Gas stove four burners cooking for of them Turn up the heat I got a order for two more of them Nice to meet you by the way I'm a dope runner I'm coke cooker microwave more quicker Chef boy banks the water whipper of the century Turn the fans on its hotter then hells kitchens Hurry up I'm almost done I need like two mins (sss,sss) coat hanger moving like a blender Over the stove back bending and my wrist cricket I'm stuck in this postion gotta get it bag it and ship it Phone ringing non stop I'm on the go with this one I'm moving keep it moving on the go I gotta go I got some blow so what you want Come and get it before its gone I got it all Cook the raw( blop,blop) wait hold on My line jumping I know its money so you that I'm gone [Hook: Banks]x4 Work Moving, Loud moving , whats you n***as out here doing I'm just grooving tryna do it I'm on a movement [Verse 2: MayDay] I just talked to my plug bout an hour ago Told me he got them coming in on that banana boat I said ok what you tryna get them off for He told me this my gift from him that's how the game go Ok here's the deal, call Banks, call Real Told them got them thangs by the ton its time make a mil Now I'm working the stove 24hr shifts They should call me superman got superpowers in my wrist Drop that ice up in that pot and listen to that work hiss Water whip beat that b**h domestic violence Straight drop is the prefect way to describe this For this bu*ter fins known to get violent Couple pounds in the trunk from them islands And its going for the low so come find me Two Glocks and I call them b**hes semis So if you want it come correct n***a don't try me its work [Hook: MayDay] Work moving, loud moving, what you n***as out here doing I'm just grooving tryna do it I'm on a money movement [Verse 3: Real] Trafficking the white, running thru the lights I told folkz to slow down them boys up in sight He feeling paranoid so I told him buss the right Got damn f** them boys then hit the lights Trafficking the rental money on my mental Roll up that kush we ain't smoking on no indo Them feds pull me over tryna get a lil info And I ain't tell them sh** cuz I raised by kinfolkz I brought a 9 piece then I brought back 6 more Add up that money till my fingers get real sore And that can be forever no ticking in my bissle Like this what money do can you dig it grab a shevel Money everywhere f** around and change the weather Smelling like that loud 10 pounds on my schedule A thousand f**in pills a have me jigging like Jell-O And all I know is money so the movement godfello