Money Makin’ Moves

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Now I be on the block with my niggas Rollin swishers, sippin' liquor, I can paint you a picture Picture me richer, look at my business Watch my niggas pledgin' allegiance, my team eatin' Roll through the hood, kids idolise, oh no, I'm not a guy Gettin' money, that's the job, feedin' my family All them haters, they mad at me If they tryin' to keep, I'ma put them to sleep Permanently, I'ma squeeze Broke niggas, they analysing, bitches, they fantasising My empire on the rise, real nigga Just look in my eyes, you see the struggle Got your life in the palm of my hand, don't need no muscle Bullets, they bust heads, whatcha thinkin' bout? Rocks and more bread, duckin', dodgin' the feds Gettin' money, makin' moves, by the dollar, what it do If you ain´t bout no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you [Chorus: Jay Rock] Gettin' money, makin' moves Gettin' money, makin' moves If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do Got the work that you need, holla if you want it Bust it down (down), I bet you see some profit off the corner Gettin' money, makin' moves Gettin' money, makin' moves If-If you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you That's the rules to the streets: get your money, make your moves [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Now Look, I hit a button, now the roof gone Convertible coupe, paint color, two tone She know wassup when I'm showin' up Menage with bad bitches, now I'm foreigners I kill 'em everytime, bring the, coroners Touch my family then I'm killin' you without warnin' ya I'm a warrior, marchin' like a spartan Yet I'm still I'm feelin' victorious, look down my corridor Look at the palace, this the shit niggas killin' for Got this rap shit in the figure for Don't get it twisted like some cornrows There's no survivin', niggas die when them guns blow Get rich or die broke When the first load gonna see Diablo I gotta get it my nigga, it's 'bout survival Gettin' money, makin' moves If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you [Chorus: Jay Rock] Gettin' money, makin' moves Gettin' money, makin' moves If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do Got the work that you need, holla if you want it Bust it down (down), I bet you see some profit off the corner Gettin' money, makin' moves Gettin' money, makin' moves If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you That's the rules to the streets: get your money, make your moves [Interlude: Juice McCain] Don't even worry bout that I got it [Verse 3: Juice McCain] I'm on that hundred stack come up homie, what it do I got a son to feed and I got a daughter too Calculatin' moves from above while playin' this card I've got the hustle of a king, soul of a God Nickel plated hyper, 45er, Straight liquor Come between me and the money, that's when I erase a nigga Pitching on the corner to the lights off, no nights off I can give it to you hard or that white soft I'm in the paper makin', I'm not paper chasin' That's the quickest way your minds can meet Pastor Mason I've never step for sucker niggas and pussy way I double the money, stack a few and keep the change It's not the hood rhymin', it's the hood timin' The new range, the new chain with Maroon diamonds Get your money, make your moves If you ain't gettin' money, I ain't fuckin with you What it do [Chorus: Jay Rock] Gettin' money, makin' moves Gettin' money, makin' moves If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do Got the work that you need, holla if you want it Bust it down (down), I bet you see some profit off the corner Gettin' money, makin' moves Gettin' money, makin' moves If-if you bout the dollar, I'ma holla what it do If you ain't makin' no money, then I ain't fuckin' with you That's the rules to the streets: get your money, make your moves