Made Men - Keep it Movin' lyrics

* formerly the Almighty RSO Chorus We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out) We like to bang out (We like to bang out) And keep it movin (We keep it movin yo) [repeat] [Verse 1] Its all about money, weed, gunz and drugz Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin meat Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats Riddin shotgun, S-cla** 3 thou Sedan Benzo, playin Nintendo with my man Flosin, spittin my game at the bar Tropical, kickin tall, doll with a parasol Street elegant, with a relevant style Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau Executive jet, first cla**, sip the moet Turn the hands back, 3 hours on the Rolex East coast to West Coast return to the future ]From Boston to Cali smokin high times Buddah Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lambergini SV Coupe Deablo Pablo, show me the stash with the cash Or I blast, stain your pro woodframe gla** I'm prouder than 4 point zero, the pan or leer-o Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio I'm sittin in the lap of luxury But i'm still spittin caps for thugz who be plusly livin comfortbly Cigar handlings be Cuban Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, Drop the top on the whip Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want trip Tryin to keep a low profile like parole While i'm bumpin, Sony soround sound Makaveli We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino Thug n***as elevatin the art of livin well What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell Keep it movin, You know the MO, or catch a demo On how we flip up the whole f**in tempo Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes Iced out medals, usually count fouls To a hundred, up all night gettin blunted Roll around in a 6 hundred, on 20 inch nickel Got your wife all on my pickel Backseat swingin heps up in my jeep The watercraft do a world cla** cobra retreat That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach She wanna freak in a two piece, smellin on peach Scuba divin in the blue waters of Aruba Flowin palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga Credabilty street provin, thats why i got to keep it movin [Chorus]