I make moves
Wit them goons
Don’t you act up
I was down
But I knew I would get back up
Counting loot
All new blues
What we after
If you knew what I knew
You would move faster
She spilled liquor on my shoes
She don’t know no better
I could put you on my team
Because you a go getter
Counting green
Blowing steam
Ay let’s blow some cheddar
I’m the freshest thing you seen
And ain't no one better
I got bitches gettin high
They got pills in the ride
I be lifted to the sky
Ain’t no limits to fly
I can do this all the time
She love when I swing by
I got money in my hand
I got you on my mind
One call yea that’s all
Then I’ll fall through
I like all my weed green
Hunnids all blue
I’m gone I’m gone
You was on too
I hang wit them Gs
So don’t make the wrong move
I was thinking of ways that we could get gone
You gotta buzz you on
I’m thinking of plays I drew up a score
Now ima plot on some more
They wanna hate
I wanna Porsche
They wanna stay
I’m right at the door
Crunch time I run it some more
Crunch time I run it some more
I jumped on my wave yea
Pray I never drown
These is vintage shades yea
I can’t see you now
They was made
They still made
Well who’s hating now
In my bag
She was half
She won’t play me now
He get mad
She a fan
She wan wipe down
Get the bag
She knew that
She wan come around
We was last
Didn’t last
Now we on the mound
We blowing
We live to foul
What is now
Get em like how
He finessed em
Now they all like wow
I make moves
Wit them goons
Don’t you act up
I was down
But I knew I would get back up
Counting loot
All new blues
What we after
If you knew what I knew
You would move faster
She spilled liquor on my shoes
She don’t know no better
I could put you on my team
Because you a go getter
Counting green
Blowing steam
Ay let’s blow some cheddar
I’m the freshest thing you seen
And ain't no one better
I got bitches gettin high
They got pills in the ride
I be lifted to the sky
Ain’t no limits to fly
I can do this all the time
She love when I swing by
I got money in my hand
I got you on my mind
One call yea that’s all
Then I’ll fall through
I like all my weed green
Hunnids all blue
I’m gone I’m gone
You was on too
I hang wit them Gs
So don’t make the wrong move
Blues was written by Duvon Wiley.