Moved on

[Intro: Wassup Rocker]
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
Pss, pss, uh uh

[Chorus: Wassup Rocker]
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade? (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday (yup)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade? (I don't know) (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday

[Verse 1: Wassup Rocker]
I beg yo' pardon
The trap house, my garden
I don't like these rappers
These rappers retarded (That's rude)
Got so much bands, and I just barely started
My [?] the room, like your mother just farted
I be in the kitchen, whippin', I'm whippin' (whew, whew)
They throwin' some shade, but they missin', they missin' (pss, pss)
I'm in Tokyo, driftin', I'm driftin' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrt)
You lookin' for feelings, well mine just went missin'

[Hook: Wassup Rocker]
You keep blowin' up my line (brr)
Well, honestly, man, I'm moved on (ha)
You only want me now
'Cause I'm gettin' to the bread like a crouton (yuh, yuh)
You keep blowin' up my line (pss, pss)
Well, honestly, man, I'm moved on (brr, brr)
You only want me now (mmhm)
'Cause I'm gettin' to the bread like a crouton (hey)

[Chorus: Wassup Rocker]
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade? (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday (for real)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (ha)
How many bitches in my escalade? (I don't know) (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday, wassup

[Verse 2: 8Percent]
Ay, ay
Hop on the beat, knock it out, feel like Mayweather
They better go and get something, go gain cheddar
Do not compare me, no, we not the same ever
I am a legend, this not the same level
I am a trendsetter, you are a poser
Your mom raised a bitch, mine raised a soldier
Gimme five minutes with your bitch, it's over
She in my bed, she not wearin' clothin'
I chill with Rocker, we got it on smash
Don't hit the brakes, we stay with the gas
I stay with the money, I'm makin' it fast
I count it so much, I be late to my class
Yes, I run it up 'cause I know I'm a king
I heal the world with the talent I bring
I got it poppin', just doin' my thing
Now, they want features, they pay me to sing

[Chorus: Wassup Rocker]
Four, five, six, to the seven, eight
How many bitches in my escalade?
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
Four, five, six, to the seven, eight
How many bitches in my escalade?
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday, wassup