They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash (cash, cash)
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast (fast)
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask (what they ask?)
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
(I'm on they ass)
Yeah, i'm on they ass
Zip em up, lock em up, put em in a body bag
Made him, freeze up, we ain't playing tag
One pump, double pump, I'ma leave em gassed
Why do they test my ability, like are you seriously kidding me
Kill em and feed em off to the beast, big ass boy
Take all his guts out his damn body, make big a ass feast
Bitch ass boy, heard he went switching on all of his homies to talk to police
They know that i'm sharin' this shit, the second I get me a bag, make sure the fam eat
And that's till i'm deceased
You got me, I got you, that's what I bleed
You a bitch and you a bitch too, stay off the streets
I don't give a f*ck about em' wont let em' speak
This side of me trippin, this side of me different
This side you don't like, this side I be high
This shit is insane, you write so much but your flow is the same
I need one, two, three more blunts to feel ok
They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash (cash, cash)
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast (fast)
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask (what they ask?)
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
(I'm on they ass)
They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
CJ Bluey - Movin' Lyrics
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They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash (cash, cash)
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast (fast)
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask (what they ask?)
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
(I'm on they ass)
Yeah, i'm on they ass
Zip em up, lock em up, put em in a body bag
Made him, freeze up, we ain't playing tag
One pump, double pump, I'ma leave em gassed
Why do they test my ability, like are you seriously kidding me
Kill em and feed em off to the beast, big ass boy
Take all his guts out his damn body, make big a ass feast
Bitch ass boy, heard he went switching on all of his homies to talk to police
They know that i'm sharin' this shit, the second I get me a bag, make sure the fam eat
And that's till i'm deceased
You got me, I got you, that's what I bleed
You a bitch and you a bitch too, stay off the streets
I don't give a f*ck about em' wont let em' speak
This side of me trippin, this side of me different
This side you don't like, this side I be high
This shit is insane, you write so much but your flow is the same
I need one, two, three more blunts to feel ok
They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash (cash, cash)
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast (fast)
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask (what they ask?)
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
(I'm on they ass)
They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast (fast)
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask (what they ask?)
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
(I'm on they ass)
Yeah, i'm on they ass
Zip em up, lock em up, put em in a body bag
Made him, freeze up, we ain't playing tag
One pump, double pump, I'ma leave em gassed
Why do they test my ability, like are you seriously kidding me
Kill em and feed em off to the beast, big ass boy
Take all his guts out his damn body, make big a ass feast
Bitch ass boy, heard he went switching on all of his homies to talk to police
They know that i'm sharin' this shit, the second I get me a bag, make sure the fam eat
And that's till i'm deceased
You got me, I got you, that's what I bleed
You a bitch and you a bitch too, stay off the streets
I don't give a f*ck about em' wont let em' speak
This side of me trippin, this side of me different
This side you don't like, this side I be high
This shit is insane, you write so much but your flow is the same
I need one, two, three more blunts to feel ok
They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash (cash, cash)
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast (fast)
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask (what they ask?)
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
(I'm on they ass)
They know I'm Movin', they know I'm going crazy making cash
They know I'm Movin', they seeing the moment, I'm working fast
I'm popping out, I'm fresh, clean, what they ask
I'm popping out, f*ck that, I'm on they ass
Writer: Cian Whalen
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