Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Move, artist - YEATDate of issue: 04.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Move |
| Go 'head, O |
| Danny, I see you |
| On some cash, what I’m running through |
| Bands, make that money move |
| Dance, make that honey groove |
| Pussy tastes like honeydew |
| With these racks I see straight through you |
| You thought that shit was make believe |
| All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see |
| Hold up |
| Diamonds flooded on my ring, check |
| I got money for my team |
| Women is so delicious |
| Swimming in different bitches |
| I’ma get |
| Audemar on my wrist |
| Got a new bitch, suck dick |
| Autopilot in a spaceship |
| Bad lil' baby, can you face it? |
| Hop in the Tesla, I put it in coupe |
| What the hell did I do to you? |
| Why can’t you just keep it real, keep the truth? |
| Yuh |
| Keeping it the truth, yuh (Keeping it) |
| Keeping it true, yuh (Keeping it keep-) |
| Keeping it true, yuh (Keeping it true) |
| Keeping it true, yuh (Yeah) |
| Huh, yuh, yuh |
| Keeping it true with me (Keeping it keeping it) |
| Keeping it true with me (True) |
| Too many holes in my jeans |
| On some cash, what I’m running through |
| Bands, make that money move |
| Dance, make that honey groove |
| Pussy tastes like honeydew |
| With these racks, I see straight through you (Yeah) |
| You thought that shit was make believe |
| All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see (Yeah, yeah) |
| Niggas flexing Gucci that they bought on Grailed (Heehee) |
| Same price for your Gucci, pay my brother bail (Ooh) |
| Pull up in a Batmobile, I feel like Christian Bale (Ooh, yeah) |
| I just poured the Wockhardt in the Ginger Ale (Yeah, yeah) |
| Got 30 texts 'bout money, thought it was chain mail (Hey, yeah) |
| These bitches think I’m feeling them, I can’t read braille (Hey, yeah) |
| Show me hifey, pussy taste like diced peach (Mwah) |
| Diamonds white bleach, diamonds made my Sprite pink (Yeah) |
| I just made a chain and I ditched it (Ooh) |
| Yuh, I just fucked her friend and went distant (Facts) |
| Yuh, Phantom and the Ghost, superstitious (Big racks) |
| I fucked the most, too many hoes, put 'em in Guinness (Heehee) |
| On some cash, what I’m running through |
| Bands, make that money move |
| Dance, make that honey groove |
| Pussy tastes like honeydew |
| With these racks I see straight through you |
| You thought that shit was make believe |
| All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see |
| Dew |
| Dew |