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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chivez Smith
Chivez Smith
Lyrics
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Lyrics
Shane Berry
Shane Berry
Composer
Floyd Jerome Tolliver, Jr.
Floyd Jerome Tolliver, Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yarri
Yarri
Producer
G Code
G Code
Producer

Lyrics

(Yarri) Multi-million-dollar nigga, stood on business, 'bout to suit up I dropped thirty every shoot out, gon' tear the roof out Got my paperwork, I read it twice, lil' nigga, who hot? Politickin' in the feds, did some time for a lil', ooh-wop Baby mama said I'm crazy, son think I'm the shit I went platinum in the streets, was wrappin' bricks, this bitch a hit Half a book of yams full of flakes, look like grits You ain't never shot no blick, the only thing you bust is wrist Pill-poppin' demon, syrup-sippin' goon Yeah, I make music for the rappers, I make luxury chopper music Rainin' off the shrooms, got her pussy poppin' to it 40 in my Nike hoodie, countin' blues off them Roxies movin' Jump on 75-South, three hours max To Ohio just to sell whole zips of ice and double back Hundred jars of pills, different colors, triple stacks Told lil' bro to get some map, bitch, how you rollin' on them flats? Got two choppers by the pedal, Dese' in my waistline Keep it movin', heard them pussy niggas tellin' through the grapevine Dog shit every day, wan' go to war, they put some pape' down Stack of Forgis on the Maybach 62, I call it eight mile Phew, hm, ooh, motion (ooh, motion) Motion (motion) We're havin' motion (fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Mob) Ooh, motion I want all blue hundreds (blue), pink fifties I told her, "Fuck me, girl, don't kiss me," ain't that type of nigga (for real) I'll give you 30 every head you wipe out the picture (man, fuck them niggas) Me and G blowin' bags, we the 76ers (me and GT) Ay, you're the type to switch your face up for a picture, a gangster image And these the niggas that I hate 'cause I be with some killers (I hate these niggas) Clean laugh, you gettin' money, nigga play, then it get serious (real, bitch) Gettin' that check exposin' niggas, once they get it, they get weird (they get weird) Told security, got 'em ropin' off the section, can't get near me (nah) I'm performin', I got bitches in my section gettin' litty (gettin' litty) I took a ten to Ace of Spades just to blow like what's the diddy? (Blow the bag) We the first ones with some motion, Motion Gang, ask them niggas, naw for real (ask them niggas) Huh, oh, motion (oh, motion) Motion (motion) Uh, we're havin' motion (we're havin' motion) Ooh, motion, bitch (motion, bitch)
Writer(s): Shane C Berry, Chivez Smith, Floyd Jerome Tolliver, Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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