Gotta Move On (Kings Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller, Fabolous & Diddy] She don't want it, she don't want it (I guess) She don't want it (I guess I gotta move on) Get in your bag, stay in your bag (She don't want it, yeah) Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Let's go then, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Fabolous, Diddy & Bryson Tiller] Look Back in my bag, back in my Fab' Had to grab a white jacket and get back in the lab I thought you had my back 'til my back's gettin' stabbed Now I'm back of the 'Bach and you back in a cab, ooh, come on Gotta move a lil' different Ups and downs but you can't tell the difference Went too far, gotta love from a distance Damn, that's crazy, I really wasn't listenin' If I fuck with you, you gon' feel that shit If I don't fuck with you, you gon' feel that shit too (Talk to 'em) Stay in your bag, not your feelings, shit And now I'm on that Diddy, Bryson Tiller shit too (Let go) Maybach Mercedеs, newborn baby, yeah (Yeah) Puttin' that shit on likе AD, yeah Playin' with them bucks like Brady, yeah Think I'm runnin' back, it's crazy, yeah (Yeah) I got some shit to move I don't want my groove back, I wanna switch my groove Improve and shit but I ain't got shit to prove Like a chilled DeLeón shot, shit's been smooth (Let's toast) May all your pain be champagne It didn't got the way you planned but plans change I don't want your love Thought I was feelin' you but you a munch my love (Said she, let's go) [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] She don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on Yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah (Oh nah, oh, woah) She don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh no [Verse 2: Tory Lanez, Diddy & Bryson Tiller] Say I gotta move on, baby You've gone crazy Flippin' the script on me like a futon, baby Me, Bryson hit on me like u-haul, baby Comin' off strong like the perfumes that I put you on, baby (Yeah) Too frustratin' Shawty so cold, gotta throw a cool song for the woosah baby The ooh-nah, baby You can't spell fuckin' without "U" and "I", baby (Come on) And that's why when we fuck, I get to fuckin' from the backside Take a minute out my day to let her act right Pull her whole cornrow like the trackside, that's how I vibe Slow down (Yeah) Baby, don't just hold it in your hand, go down Any plan to get 'em anyway, now go 'round Next time I get this close, slow down (Next time I get this close, I'ma) Said she (Let's go, ooh) [Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Tory Lanez & Diddy] She don't want my love (No), I guess I gotta move on (Said I got I got to move on) I guess, I guess, I guess (I guess), I came a little too strong, I guess (Woah-oh, yeah) She don't want my love (Yeah), I guess I gotta move on (Yeah, I guess I gotta move on, come on) Don't wanna waste your time but I guess I gotta move on, I guess (Let's go) Get in your bag, stay in your bag (She don't want my love) Love Get in your bag, stay in your bag (My love) Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Oh, yeah) As we proceed to give you what you need This is the remix Oh-ah, yeah, yeah Woah-ooh, yeah Yeah-yeah