Wiz Khalifa ft. Kevin Gates – Move On Lyrics

(Intro – Kevin Gates)
Man I ain’t encourage my brother to do nothing f**ked up
Man say bi**h, my money retarded, if the bi**h don’t f**k with her she ain’t blessed, bi**h

(Pre Chorus – Kevin Gates)
Saw her on the dance floor popping
Hold up, stop talking to me, tryna see that ass bop
She a big booty star on the dance floor bopping
Hold up, stop talking to me tryna see that ass wobble

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
I’m rich, we’re both grown
Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home
Too high, I’m too gone
If she don’t ride with the kid, I move on
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with

(Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa)
I ain’t really playing with you, don’t know your name
I’m just tryna do some things to ya
Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang
Let you roll up a plane
Let you bring your homegirls
Let my boys run a train
I’mma real ass ni**a outta Pittsburgh
She don’t f**k, I don’t deal with her, know ya heard
Good d**k what I slang, I don’t even run game
I’ve been learned my lane, hoes f**king up for fame
Hop in my ride then I go front backside
To the side got my money, she love that
Rolling weed up first class
Taylor Gang ni**a all about his cash
Smacking lil mama on the ass

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Kevin Gates)
I done threw a ring around my d*ck and my finger, ya digg?
I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg?
Your girl end up leaving with me, you ain’t a freak, where your friend?
Gates slang, I’m gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real
Audi, Mustang, Duli Truck, I just wrecked that Chevelle
Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a f**k can you tell?
Kevin it’s your pipe, well out in public won’t notice she yell
Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I’m touching them bells
Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail
Big booty something on the dance floor popping
Hold up stop talking to me tryna see that ass wobble
Big money pocket, got the lumps
Kevin got dollars

(Repeat Chorus)