Motion Picture

Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Blow] (T Kell made me do it) Check a real nigga out, though [Verse 1: Joe Blow] Ayy, I'm livin' life just like a motion picture Had to fire the last bitch, it wasn't no motion with her Toleratin' disrespect to fund no condition Most should know she let her motion show just like the motion bitches Both can get to a bag, let's see who more consistent And I ain't buyin' you bitches bags, I'm promotin' pimpin' Bitches makin' all this money but make no decisions I'm in the backseat of this Rolls on a road to riches Mention broke around you, nigga, she get so defensive Spend eighty in Audemar and I had no intentions Bitches do just what I say to fuck with blower privilege You can't even knock another ho without your ho permission Break a bitch for every cent, I really broke some bitches Still keep the last one 'round 'cause her throat ridiculous Askin' me to judge her head and brought a co-defendant New Year's resolution for this year was just to blow a ticket Sittin' on your ass, don't get a bag, you gots to go and get it I bet you kick this bitch's ass and get this ho to listen You either want me or tryna pay me, bitch, be more specific I took a trip to visit Kimit, it was so exquisite Catch me ballin' in the D like I was on the pistons I told a lie, I'll stuff a lie, and threw on some Christians Got a Dweller and Daytona, this ain't my only ticket Just copped a day-day today, this shit is so addictive [Verse 2: TrDee] I ain't fuckin' 'round with bitches that ain't got no motion Told my jewel "Flood my neck", he hit me with an ocean Pulled up with a pint of Wocky, that's his favorite potion I can teach you how to do it, I'll get to coachin' Man, y'all niggas in the way, fuckin' up the game He been feelin' like that nigga since he got a chain You can call me what you want, but better not call me lame That's the type of shit that make me wanna catch a stain Caught a flight and changed his name after he caught a body Ballin' on these lil' niggas is my favorite hobby I can probably count on one hand, who really got me? I can't let you take my spot, you gon' have to pop me I can't let shit slide, they gon' think it's cool Told my mama, "Look, your son made it", crib got a pool Put the money first, hoes last, don't forget the rule He ain't make it far, somebody should've told him, "Stay in school" [Verse 3: MJPAID] If I was livin' how you lil' niggas livin', I'd hate me too (Pulled out lines of the Trish, he in the Bay, I'll take me too) Man, I'll take the whole pint, jugged damn near whole life Flag on my BIN, man, fuck it, cash the whole site I made a promise to that money, we got soul ties Purple pint, yellow pop, call it Gohan I don't need a co-sign, I've been up since '09 Bands up, oh, it's on the floor, bitch, it's go time [?] Hughes rich as fuck, who got more knots? Niggas always rappin' 'bout some shit that they don't got Before I check the bitch, I'll check it out the bitch Heavy metal, fuck it, I'ma play my weapon off the kit Better recognize, I swear I'm a lesson to a bitch Tried to tell these niggas, I can't even stress enough of shit [Verse 4: Fordio] Had to stretch my pop, this the last of the Trish Ain't too hard to tell who really havin' it Have the drank man [?] pints up in the cabinet I'm in Cleaveland, they confused me with a Catholic Catch me in Cali with all the waves like the pier New run, same forty, just a different year Bloody mary, said drank three times and some red appear That shit scary, I done showed love and fake what I reveal You [?]? Just come with me This shit ain't for the weak, you ain't what I need You ain't know my speed, knowin' you gon' leave You ain't made no money, hunny, but you in the streets, huh On the road to riches, I know it's speed bumps My mama an angel but I'm with the heathens Flight to the venue, need my kit, I need my drugs Why I keep runnin' to the [?], said I was done Who can I count on? I forgot they count on us, damn Who can I count on if ever they count on us?