Sir Michael Rocks - Move Something lyrics

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] I told her to juke something (juke something) Make it wetter if you want to You could let us get the keys to the trunk, boo You could make a hundred G's on your birthday Girl, you sh**tin' me? It's your first day? (She pick up the hiccup, she tryna get ready to get all them checks) Damn girl, why you so fat? And I know them hoes be hating, baby (She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks) Damn, how you get a dumper like that? Know you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] She got a trunk, she got a wagon You gotta drive that thing, don't crash it You gotta whip that thing like a racing horse Ay man, we ship c**aine then race the Porsches It's business first, then we play I f** nothing but actresses, NBA Okay, okay, okay, okay Like a torn ACL, n***a we don't play! I'm in the Panamera whipping around, me and my young b**h Gold in her mouth, she 19, but she dumb thick (dumb thick) Hoes pull up, then I'mma punch it I'm drunk driving on my way to the function (awwwww) Man f** these n***as, man f** these b**hes Man if they ain't tryna see you shine Easy as a shot from the free throw line Gon' and make a hundred G's one time (awwww) [Hook] [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Ay hold me up (hold me up) , hold my cup (hold my cup) Man that a** so dumb, it might flunk Ay man, I'm from the clique I told my bro to roll me a zip man Catch me out in traffic, you talkin' to the captain It's Banco (Banco), with four freaks in the Range Rove' (Range Rove') Nasty but cla**y, a true G Been training of the money like (choo, choo) I make bankrolls do the Watusi I'm a plug n***a, good sushi And now the bad b**hes wanna get loosey Been tryna get out of the city I sprinkled the carpet with hundreds and fiftys We sipping the Cris til we pissy She throwing it back like a Frisbee I'm falling in love with that So how you get up in the club with that? Take it back, girl [Hook]