Move Around - Young Lyric

Bitch we the mob, give a fuck, what ya say

If u ain’t, wit the squad, get the fuck, out the way

Bitch I Stay, on my job, outta town, gettin paid

Catch yo ass, outta bounds, u get drowned, by the wave

Gettin to it, money stackin

Bitches hatin, gettin at em

Hit the game, made it happen

Got receipts 4 the shit, they be cappin

Still out here Ackin the baddest, we get that work in and put it in traffic.

U want the crown but can’t have it, act right I might let u clean up the palace-

I got em mad cuz my pockets the fattest, no competition cuz they only average-

Bitches be trippin like they on some acid, Hop on the track and I eat like a

savage

I post a pic on the gram, watch, day or 2 they got the same, fit

They look at me like the best in the game, why would I beef wit a lame, bitch

Did it myself and u can’t tell me nothing I do what I want cuz im paid, bitch

I ain’t gotta say shit, U know who I came wit

Bitch we the mob hoe, work move like Pablo

Got Condos in Cabo, and Murcialagos

Started off a soldier, got promoted to a Coppo

Thought u had me, looked up I was gone like El Chapo

Gettin 2 it, u know how we do it

Undisputed, said u got it prove it

U hate to see us come up and u want us to fall off but we never loosin

Bitches be cuffin they men when I walk in the room but they still gone be

choosin

Pull out the yacht and we cruisin, Everything I do I do it 4 Houston

We goin dumb wit this music, ain’t fuckin wit us then what is u doin?

Claimin u solid u fluid, U used to hate on me now u look stupid

Bring it back if it ain’t movin, if u ain’t step on that shit then we coolin