Big Move (feat. R3AL RAR3 & MONEYHIGH)

That Florida gas, yea So much gas blowing out the window I can feel it in my soul I ain't gone die broke So much digits that's all a young'n know My momma need a crib The block need a boat Finna make it happen Trying make some shit float Hustle all night Hustle all day Why you of the dope ? Keep a pocket rocket When I'm heading up the road My pockets getting bigger While you niggas going broke It's the mother fucker who don't show it That got it the most I'm plotting on a milli chasing on a bankroll My double cup full off tuss Finna pour it real slow Trying to get that move in, green light Everything must go How the f*ck you claim you gated ? But you chilling with the fishes though I'm heading to the top If that's the main goal And f*ck a QP I need that thang hoe That nigga ain't your nigga You can tell he a mole Fidgeting, with a nigga like me Gone get you smoke up in the zone I'm trying to be the greatest So, you know I'm on the road I'm the road, I'm on the road So much gas blowing out the window I can feel it in my soul I ain't gone die broke So much digits that's all a young'n know My momma need a crib The block need a boat Finna make it happen Trying make some shit float Hustle all night Hustle all day Why you of the dope ? Keep a pocket rocket When I'm heading up the road My pockets getting bigger While you niggas going broke It's the mother fucker who don't show it That got it the most I'm plotting on a milli chasing on a bankroll My double cup full off tuss Finna pour it real slow Ey, ey I said my double cup full of mud Finna pour it real slow I be burning on that gas talking hydro I go crazy on the beat talking psycho I just pull up in the spot So, I'm gone be here for awhile I'm just trying to live my life Pull up in foreign cars And jump on fire beats Like this one with RR Trying to get this music money Live like a superstar I ain't talking zanex But I'm gone spit it, bar for bar Ey, yea you know we in that bag mode Just got a couple fire beats Straight from GEEBO Trial tribulations Still sticking to that fucking G-code Ey, and I promise I ain't never ever ever gone fold I ain't never ever gone fold like my bankroll I try to switch these hoes Just like the way I switch these clothes Ey, and people on the internet They do the most And one of my dogs touched down We finna make a toast We finna make a toast then go back Get this money Just know when it's rainy days After that it gets sunny Go and work a 9 to 5 Whatever to get the money And grind hard but stunt to Because you came from nothing So much gas blowing out the window I can feel it in my soul I ain't gone die broke So much digits that's all a young'n know My momma need a crib The block need a boat Finna make it happen Trying make some shit float Hustle all night Hustle all day Why you of the dope ? Keep a pocket rocket When I'm heading up the road My pockets getting bigger While you niggas going broke It's the mother fucker who don't show it That got it the most I'm plotting on a milli chasing on a bankroll My double cup full off tuss Finna pour it real slow Real slow, real slow