text: Money Moves Lyrics
  Bricks this shit finna kill these nggas
  Yeah you feel me man
  We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
  Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah
  Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
  Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah
  Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
  Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl
  Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah
  When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah
  I was in the trap house really, tryna make me a mill no philly
  Now Im live in the radio, I cant even answer the lizzy, Ill still do drillings
  I aint gotta say whos been scoring these points you can even ask siri 
  S-line whip, I love false dingers, my young boy still do it on drillies
  Bad Bs come to the nizz, we dont want none of that love from Kiki 
  Bomb uptown with a pocket rocket, all plat play freaky 
  Summertime still looking like its freezing and all of this ice looking like its leaking 
   turn 10 and the fiends still fiending, and the lease still decent
  We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
  Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah
  Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
  Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah
  Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
  Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl
  Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah
  When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeah
  I cant trust nobody, I cant even trust my friends
  All my homies locked up, I aint talking bout no fence
  Balling like Im Jordan and these haters on the bench
  Baddies in my car, switching lanes, your shit rented
  Coolin with your ho, Friday night Im watching Netflix
  Money come and go, run it up and Ima spend it
  I was tryna hit the stain, baby, I feel like the man, yeah
  Remember I was broke, running to the bank, I aint had no change, yeah
  We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
  Maybe you wont dance, better make that money move yeah
  Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
  Money aint a thang, baby, hopping in the Range, yeah
  Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
  Make em- make em pretty, ion really love that thang, girl
  Pull up in a Porsche, and we left up in the Benz, yeah
  When I hopped up out the Porsche, with the gang and not no friends, yeahEmbed