paroles de chanson Money Moves - LMR Tarro

I been tryna blow a hunnid
In a store imma ball
Never listen to them niggas
Who be hard cause they soft
I been making money moves
Never broke not at all
And I always keep a dick
Hold up wait nigga pause
I'm talking bout my grip
I'm talking bout my stick
I'm talking bout the 30
That you can't see on my hip
I'm talking bout the whips
That Bentley I can't park
Bitch I'm going up
Just like the doors right on my car
Bought a Bentley just to flex
Told lil mama I want sex
Shawty cuban like a hex
I can't move in girl what's next
Cause I'm out here in the trap
Afraid that I won't make it back
Tell me if I throw a rack
Baby will you make it clap
Baby I can make it stack
That ass will cause a heart attack
She said all them nas whack
She said Tarro you a fact
She said Tarro you got fat
Because your pockets getting large
I can't help it I'm a star
Baby I get paid off bars
I been tryna blow a hunnid
In a store imma ball
Never listen to them niggas
Who be hard cause they soft
I been making money moves
Never broke not at all
And I always keep a dick
Hold up wait nigga pause
I'm talking bout my grip
I'm talking bout my stick
I'm talking bout the 30
That you can't see on my hip
I'm talking bout the whips
That Bentley I can't park
Bitch I'm going up
Just like the doors right on my car
Weed loud like Coachella
Smoking gas forever
Bitch I shoot like Klay
Niggas change up like the day
I drink act no martini
Make my dick disappear Houdini
Make my bread disappear like Blaine
Blue strips crip in a red mulsanne
Bank rolls can't bend those
Swerving in benzos
Jumping out Enzos
Sweeping up rentals
Smoke a nigga like menthol
Hit a nigga in the mental
Hit him in the temple
Poke a nigga like a pencil
In her mouth like dental
Sentimental
Why you sentimental
Been the same since I met you
I been tryna blow a hunnid
In a store imma ball
Never listen to them niggas
Who be hard cause they soft
I been making money moves
Never broke not at all
And I always keep a dick
Hold up wait nigga pause
I'm talking bout my grip
I'm talking bout my stick
I'm talking bout the 30
That you can't see on my hip
I'm talking bout the whips
That Bentley I can't park
Bitch I'm going up
Just like the doors right on my car