Kevin Gates - Move On lyrics

[Produced by Sonny Digital] [Intro: Kevin Gates] Man I ain't encourage my brother to do nothin' f**ed up. Man say b**h, yo money retarded, if the b**h don't f** with her she ain't blessed, b**h [Pre-Hook: Kevin Gates] Saw her on the dance floor poppin' Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that a** bop She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin' Hold up, stop talkin' to me tryna see that a** wobble [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] I'm rich, we're both grown Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home Too high, I'm too gone If she don't ride with the kid, I move on I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I ain't really playing with you, don't know your name I'm just tryna do some things to ya Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang Let you roll up a plane Let you bring your homegirls Let my boys run a train I'mma real a** n***a outta Pittsburgh She don't f**, I don't deal with her, know ya heard Good dick what I slang, I don't even run game I've been learned my lane, hoes f**in' up for fame Hop in my ride then I go front backside To the side got my money, she love that Rollin' weed up first cla** Taylor Gang n***a all about his cash Smackin' lil mama on the a** [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] I'm rich, we're both grown Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home Too high, I'm too gone If she don't ride with the kid, I move on I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] I done threw a ring around my dick and my finger, ya digg? I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg? Your girl end up leavin' with me, you ain't a freak, where your friend? Gates slang, I'm gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real Audi, Mustang, Duli Truck, I just wrecked that Chevelle Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a f** can you tell? Kevin it's your pipe, well out in public won't notice she yell Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I'm touchin' them bells Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail Big booty somethin' on the dance floor poppin' Hold up stop talkin' to me tryna see that a** wobble Big money pocket, got the lumps Kevin got dollars [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] I'm rich, we're both grown Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home Too high, I'm too gone If she don't ride with the kid, I move on I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with