paroles de chanson STEP! - Moving in Silence

Moving in silence, I signed a new dealy
I'm counting new millies, it stack to the ceiling
Bought a new crib, a new house in the hillies
New fashion designer, reflection go silly
Lay in the king, she wanna get freaky
My toungue in her hair, I'm giving wet willies (shhh)
How we silence the game, have them talking 'bout us
Give a phone call to Bobbi (smhurdaa)
Threw my hat in the air, watch it disappear
I fill 'em with fear
Crowd so big, I can't see the rear
Shoutout to ED, but we do not share
Moving in silence, they wish they could hear
I'm so out of Earth, I'm way out of here

Step on this shit I'm elite
Fly the bitch out private jet
For some sex, when I'm alone in Venice
I ain't got time for no rest, when I'm on set
Till my whole vision complete
I just forgot what you been telling me
One bitch on the side, the other asleep
They say what you sow is the same as you reap
Don't tell me no lies, don't doubt what I see

(Step, step, step)
Stepping on niggas, I walk in them checks
Camouflage on me, I look like a vet
Bad bitch was on me, she thought I'm a vet
Flew her to Caribbean Air Drake the jet
I made me some millies, I turtled the neck
They call me lil boat, they ain't seen nothing yet
I did it big out in Poland
Niggas origami folding
Slide in the whip like its stolen
I'm making hit after hit
Leg drop in this bitch, nigga I'm Hulk Hogan
I got a place that I talk about shit that I want to
Nigga Joe Rogan

I told em don't lie on my name
LaFlame, bringing out all of the fire
Go ahead try, hittin' the roads
Screeching the tires, piece of cake
No piece of the pie, too good on this side
Everything work, gotta do more than try
Everything work, gotta take some more time
You gotta put it all on the line
Yeah, I got the money inside it
2 shots down, that shit wasn't divided
Rari or Lamb, I still haven't decided
Fuck it, I'm taking the, beside it

Fuck it, I'm taking the Rolls
Bad bitch on me and she painted white toes
Matching the nails, they calling us goals
I got someone else so I turn to ghosts
Stack up money, it go through the roof
Stack up your money, it turn into poof
The proof in the pudding, the proof in the booth
The proof in the shots, the proof in the us
The future too bright, I'm changing the mood
The Tesla like lighting, I make it zoom
How I got here, nah this ain't a fluke
White pickett fence, suburban dude

It's easy to mix up a beach with my pool
My diamonds be biting and making her drool
Way too stupid, take 'em to school
Floating I'm lucid, I'm not in the loop
Don't wanna hear you disobey
Too many clowns, Cirque de Soleil
Pop a lil' bottle, Cabernet
Come a lil' closer, Andele
(Us)