Money Moves by Terrell Brown Lyrics

Making money moves (bitch)
You know I’m the coldest (bitch)
And I’m smoking gas
One puff, you overdosing (bitch)
Have yo ass floating
Off the potent
Yeah that sticky shit
Niggas think I’m playing
Cop the strap and let that 40 hit
Not from the hood
But understand I’m good
Yeah I’m blowing up
Like I said I would
Skipped a few levels
I got the cheat codes
I drink slow
Best believe that
Imma cop the mink tho
Niggas tryna copy me
Like they work at kinkos
Put me on a track
And I guarantee that shit will blow
I need 5 rings like I’m Tom Brady
You wanna work
You better pay me
Might just pop some E
But no more xans
None for me
Still I’m sipping on this lean
Yeah I’m floating off a bean
Ooo I make her pussy cream
And a nigga real mean
Cop the Porsche
Make that shit screech
Oh my pockets fat like the Michelin Man (x2)
You’ll never make the bread
Oh no, no you can’t (no)
Oh my pockets fat like the Michelin Man