Lyrics Money Moves - Lil Berete, Headie One

Money Moves

We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
Maybe you won’t dance, better make that money move yeah
Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
Money ain’t a thang, baby, hopping in the ring, yeah
Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
Make it- 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 I’m live in the radio, I can’t even answer the nizzy, I’ll still do
drillings
I ain’t gotta say it, been screwing this price you can even ask siri
S-line whip, I love false drillers, my young boy still do it on drillies
Bad Bs come to the nizz, we don’t want none of that love from Kiki
Bomb uptown with a pocket rocket, all plat' play freaky
Summertime still looking like it’s freezing and all of this ice looking like
it’s leaking
(?) turn 10 and the feds still feeling, and the lease still decent
We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
Meet me on (?) better make that money move yeah
Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
Money ain’t a thang, baby, hopping in the ring, yeah
Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
Make it- 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 can’t trust nobody, I can’t even trust my friends
All my homies locked up, I ain’t talking bout no fence
Balling like I’m Jordan and these haters on the bench
Baddies in my car, switching lanes, your shit rented
Coolin with your ho, Friday night I’m watching Netflix
Money come and go, run it up and I’ma spend it
I was tryna hit the stain, baby, I feel like the man, yeah
Remember I was broke, running to the bank, I ain’t had no change, yeah
We got diamonds in my watch, every time I walk through, yeah
Meet me on (?) better make that money move yeah
Had a quarter in my pants, but that money made you, girl
Money ain’t a thang, baby, hopping in the ring, yeah
Plenty different years, I was looking for them bands, yeah
Make it- 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