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artist
Gucci Mane
Move Me
36,488
Hip-Hop/Rap
Move Me was released on October 18, 2019 by Guwop Enterprises/Atlantic as a part of the album Woptober II
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AlbumWoptober II
Release DateOctober 18, 2019
LabelGuwop Enterprises/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

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Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Germaine White
Anthony Germaine White
Songwriter
Orville Hall
Orville Hall
Songwriter
Phillip Price
Phillip Price
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani Hernández
Amani Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
J. White Did It
J. White Did It
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer, Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'ma real street ****, I don't see it that way
I bought a Rolls Royce 'cause bitch I want my roses today
Y'all been hiding from the truth but y'all gon' listen today
I'm the head coach so know what position to play
Get this bag, shawty, yeah I gotta fly to the Bay
Knock the meat out ya rib, I got tape on the K
She a goddess of the trap, angel white like the yay
She so motherfuckin' thicc, you let her know where you stay
Like a cartoon, bitch took a pie to the face
Ice Cube, cold gang, it's one hell of a day
She got a real pretty face, you like "Where's the waist?"
Took the bitch to the place and she like "Where's the safe?" (Huh)
[Verse 2]
Looking at my pockets it's filled with blue hunnids
Don't nothin' move me, but the Goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear
The stick long as broom, it can kill a reindeer
Before you came here, we was selling cane here
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here
Better not make a false step 'cause they yellin' "Help! Help!"
Wet 'em up like Mike Phelps, didn't see Bill
[Verse 3]
Gamblin' with the Trap God, better not welch
He brought it on his own self he caused his own death
Tryna make a death threat with a weak rep
Uphill battle running up some steep steps
Ballers on the right, haters on the left
Money made these bitches can't keep they hands to they-self
The way this money coming in, shit, I'ma need some help
East Atlanta Santa and you're all Santa's Elves
Buckin', used to pull it, ****, I was just 12
You still ain't get no straightening ****, you still took a L
If I do a feature it's gon' cost like 50 bales
I need an endorsement, I'm the poster boy for scales
Took a million risks, I took the train, I took the mail
Most you **** share, I sell water to a whale
Tried to break me in a cell, I'm too strong, I still prevail
Smoke one for a Aailyah, ****, turn this one up a lil'
[Verse 4]
Looking at my pockets it's filled with blue hunnids
Don't nothin' move me, but the Goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear
The stick long as broom, it can kill a reindeer
Before you came here, we was selling cane here
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here
Better not make a false step 'cause they yellin' "Help! Help!"
Wet 'em up like Mike Phelps, didn't see Bill
Written by: Anthony Germaine White, Orville Hall, Phillip Price, Radric Delantic Davis

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