Mike Will Made It - Move That Dope / Nextel Chirp / Let Your Hair Blow lyrics

[Part 1: Move That Dope] [Verse 1] Whippin' the Lam', whippin' and grippin' the Lam' n***as like 'Bino the man, I was like damn I was allergic to not makin' money, the timing was perfect They used to not pay him no never mind n***as these numbers don't ever lie f** wit' your boy like a pedophile Damn I'm fly, I'm so high I might need a spaceship I'm on acid, this b**h is basic We them n***as y'all love to hate on But when you see us y'all never say sh** Conversation, I'm in that, top 5, I'm in rap p**y n***as, y'all say sh** and don't do sh** Flew your girl to Saint Lucia Oh, these n***as are not from Atlanta, these n***as are not from Atlanta Cause I'm from Atlanta and we would just handle it Struggle rap, Canibus Amethyst, my weed purple Rap game, I'm Steve Urkel, Urquelle She want some pics, I'm like "oh well, you better Google search" Money rule my universe n***a we made it We had the beat and then we heard the verse and said "n***a we hate it" Livin' my life like I'm Jaden (Smith) Tesla the color of Satan (whip) b**hes are mine for the takin' I understand why you hate us [Part 2: Nextel Chirp] [Hook (2x)] n***a don't (DRAMATIC!) Hit me on my Nextel chirp, when you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that n***a got some work Yeah, my cousin used to serve 'em, now he learning how to walk If you really from Atlanta then you heard this sh** before Yeah, you know, uh [Verse 2] Yes I be the man, who you tellin'? Smokin' on that loud, what you smellin'? Cops want a n***a for the sport Hundred dollars, can't afford it Made my momma cry in court f** them n***as Fulton County, Cobb County, see the twelve be out See you wit' your friends and break you up cause you hanging out Learn to talk about, what you talkin' 'bout? Never on the phone, had to do it on my own Took a minute, now we on, yeah Scooter got the Street Lottery, that's a cla**ic Cause it be showin' n***as how to be when you pa**in' That white girl, that white girl, Niykee Heaton, yeah I might girl, I might girl, are you eatin' though? Patience, congratulations, I'm on my A sh** I met this dude while on vacation, I didn't say sh** When he was talkin' all that bullsh** about the nation His daughter, I just gave a facial, my reparations [Bridge] Uh, it's a new black renaissance Uh, all that wack sh** they be on Uh, what's the type of sh** that they be on Uh, what's the type of sh** that they be on [Part 3: Let Your Hair Blow] [Scratches and Rewinds] [Intro: Young Scooter] Let the top down and let your hair blow (x6) You got a perfect body, all natural Body that the superstar lookin' for Hey baby, let's just go for a ride, okay [Hook: Young Scooter] Let the top down and let your hair blow Let the top down and let your hair blow You got a perfect body, all natural Body that the superstar lookin' for Let's ride and let the top down Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down Even in the winter flexin' with the top down [Verse 3: Childish Gambino] Top down, let 'em see a king East side, East side, I'm just bein' me I'm just seein' Gs, I'm just makin' culture I just say the realest sh** and hope it don't insult you On stage, yellin' crazy sh** I was high but I meant that sh** Let it out, gotta vent that sh** Play me loud, that's event music I don't swear to God, I just swear to me I don't think there's anything I couldn't be All we know is trust, that's the R O Y A L T Y Please don't ask a king what it's hard to be [Hook: Young Scooter]