Jay Rock - Money Makin' Moves lyrics

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Jay Rock - Money Makin' Moves lyrics

Now I've be on the block with my n***as Rollin swishers, sippin' liquor I can paint you a picture Picture me richer Look at my business Watch my n***as Pledgin' allegiance My team eatin' Roll through the hood Kids at the lights Oh no, I'm not a guy Gettin' money That's the job Feedin' my family All them haters, they mad at me If they tryin' to keep, Imma put them to sleep Permanently Imma squeeze Broke n***as, they an*lysing b**hes, they fantasising My empire on the rise Real n***a, just look in my eyes You see the struggle Got your life in the palm of my hand Don't need no muscle Bullets, they bust heads Whatcha thinkin' bout? Rocks and more bread Duckin', dodgin' the feds Gettin' money, makin' moves By the dollar, what it do If you ain´t bout no money Then I ain't f**in' with you Gettin' money, makin' moves [x2] If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do Got the work that you need Holla if you want it Bust it down I bet you see some profit off the corner Gettin' money, makin' moves [x2] If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do If you ain't makin' no money Then I ain't f**in' with you That's the rules to the streets Get your money, make your moves Now Look I hit a bu*ton Now the roof gone Convertible coupe Paint color, two tone She know wha**up when I'm showin' up Menage with bad b**hes, now i'm foreigners I k** 'em everytime Bring the coroners Touch my family Then I'm k**in' you without warnin' yo I'm a warrior Marchin' like a spartan Yet I'm still I'm feelin' victorious Look down my corridor Look at the palace This the sh** n***as k**in' for Got this rabid sh** in the [?] Don't get it twisted like some cornrows There's no survivin' n***as die when them guns blow Get rich or die broke When the first load gonna see Diablo I gotta get it my n***a Is for survival Gettin' money, makin' moves If you ain't makin' no money Then I ain't f**in' with you Gettin' money, makin' moves [x2] If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do Got the work that you need Holla if you want it Bust it down I bet you see some profit off the corner Gettin' money, makin' moves [x2] If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do If you ain't makin' no money Then I ain't f**in' with you That's the rules to the streets Get your money, make your moves Don't even worry bout that I got it I'm on that hundred stack Come up homie, what it do I got a son to feed And I got a daughter too Calculatin' moves from above While playin' this card I've got the hustle of a king Soul of a god Nickel plated hyper Fourth fifther Straight liquor Come between me and the money That's when I erase a n***a Picture on the corner to the lights off No nights off I can give it to you hard Or that white soft I'm in the paper makin' I'm not paper chasin' That's the quickest way your minds can meet past the mason I've never step for s**er n***as and p**y way I double the money, stack a few and keep the change It's not the hood rhymin' It's the hood timin' The new range, the new chain With Maroon diamonds Get your money, make your moves If you ain't gettin' money I ain't f**in with you What it do Gettin' money, makin' moves [x2] If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do Got the work that you need Holla if you want it Bust it down I bet you see some profit off the corner Gettin' money, makin' moves [x2] If you bout the dollar Imma holla what it do If you ain't makin' no money Then I ain't f**in' with you That's the rules to the streets Get your money, make your moves

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