Move Something Lyrics & Tabs by Mikey Rocks
Move Something
guitar chords lyrics
Woa woa woa woa woa
Woa woa woa woa woa
What? What? What? What? What?
Let’s go
Let’s go, I said
I told her to juke something
Make it wetter if you want to
You can let us get the key to the trunk boo
You can make a hundred G’s on your birthday
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
Girl you’re shootin me, it’s your first day
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
(She pick up the hiccup, she tryina get Wendy to get off the tracks)
Damn girl, why you so bad?
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
(She pick up the hiccup, she tryina get Wendy to get off the tracks)
Damn girl, why you so bad?
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
And I know them hoes be hatin baby girl
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
(She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks)
How you get er dumpin like that
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
No, you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it low
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
She got a trunk, she got a wagon
You gotta drive that shit, gon crash it
You gotta whip that thing like a racing horse
And then we shoot cocaine and race the Porsches
It’s business first, then we play
I fuck nothing but actresses, NBA
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Like Detroit in ACL, nigga we don’t play
I’m in the Panamera whippin around, me and my youngins
Got to Lenore, she 19 but she dumped it
The police pulled up the I’mma punch it
I’m drunk drivin on my way to the function
Man fuck these niggas, man fuck these bitches
Man if they ain’t tryina see you shine
Easy as a shot from the freethrow line
Gonna make a hundred G’s all the time
I told her to juke something
Make it wetter if you want to
You can let us get the key to the trunk boo
You can make a hundred G’s on your birthday
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
Girl you’re shootin me, it’s your first day
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
(She pick up the hiccup, she tryina get Wendy to get off the tracks)
Damn girl, why you so bad?
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
And I know them hoes be hatin baby girl
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
(I know you want it baby, I know you see I see)
How you get er dumpin like that
No, you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it low
Aye hold me up, hold me up
Hold my cup, hold my cup
Man that ass so dumb it might thrump
And man I’m from the clique
I told my broad to roll me a zip man
Catch me on traffic, you talkin to the captain
Banko, with 4 freaks in the Range Rove
Nasty but classy, a true G
The train of the money like chu chu chu
I’m 8 bank rolls due to Y2C
I’mma thug with you throttle, good sushi
And now the bad bitches wanna get loosy
But try nigga at it, the CD I sprinkle
The carpet with 100’s and 50’s
We sippin the crystal, we pissy
She throwin it back like a Frisbee
I’ve fallen in love with that
So how you get up in the club with that?
Take it back girl
I told her to juke something
Make it wetter if you want to
You can let us get the key to the trunk boo
You can make a hundred G’s on your birthday
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
Girl you’re shootin me, it’s your first day
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
(She pick up the hiccup, she tryina get Wendy to get off the tracks)
Damn girl, why you so bad?
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
And I know them hoes be hatin baby girl
(Get it, get it girl, get it get it get it girl)
(I know you want it baby, I know you see I see)
How you get er dumpin like that
No, you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it low
