Lyrics

They ain't moving how I move it, okay moving on Upper echelon The latest phenomenon Rappers that I'm stomping on I feel like Grand Moff Tarkin to Alderaan Mind state of Jordan, Kobe, LeBron King of kings, I'm the don of dons And nah I ain't talking bout Omar Fuck the system, solar Stay in my mind, keep composure like Mozart Across the finish line while they car, don't start, aye Call me Humphrey Bogart Cause I be dropping classics Like Curry swishing baskets I'm way too problematic Shock'em call me static Bad bitches wearing satin Running through 'em like McFadden And we playing All-Madden Okay imma get to snappin' Like these bitches get to cattin' When they see a bankroll Pull up to your house quicker than Dominoes And we roll, and we roll, and we roll, and we roll cause its Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on See me movin' on cause I'm on to the next I'm the apex Tyrannosaurus Rex Biting off the head of any prey that I select Okay try to keep up with my chosen dialect Been building nonstop like a fuckin' architect Simply keep these bitches perplexed Cause I'm so complex I'm not talking bout shoes All I gotta do is come through to break news Need my money longer than the hypotenuse Of a, triangle Bitches sing my singles Yeah you know they love it like I'm throwing out singles Aye Jake getting Green like Cincinnati Bengals Bitch I'm up Higher than the shingles on the roof Hoe I'm the truth Why I'm moving right on to the bigger and better Pussy that's wetter From pleather to leather Comfortable weather And all the amenities Whole lotta enemies They want the end of me Bitch now I'm winning in spite Flow like Crown Apple and Sprite on a Saturday night Aye man, pass me the light I'm gon' catch flight Yeah I'm gon' catch flight And spit all these words that I write Cause I'm in here feeling real nice But mainly, I just feel like That its Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on Time to move on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on I'm just, movin' on What time is it? Aye, what time is it? Movin' on
Writer(s): Jacob Hallman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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