Move On (I’m Leaving)

Lyrics

Mute Pras' adlibs jus right now *laughter* yeah We out the gates Born card it's all straight We out the gates As we create Refugee camp Prakazrel, dirty cash John Forte compilation It's time to wake up the nation Here we go baby [Verse 1 John Forte] Yo one love to all my men straight up seven of them Nights vines in California red wine Many women attempt to befriend My brother deep in Exactly what you see in Without the game that politicians aim at No dig, you're eatin' pig, run will we move fakers I'm on a jеt from Jamaica to Las Vegas You see me shiny shine Forté and mind you Two ninеty nine deaf, dumb and blind I medina prince limo ride with tints Get sent back, trying to play both sides of the fence A single OO - W-O-P low-key strap tight to my chest in the clubs for free Graduated from the streets Magna Cum Laude And when you take about my fam you should ask how deep Now what you see is what you sweat you can drink Moet But wild out and watch yourself cause you might get wet [Chorus] Move on Move on Seems like as soon as my job is done It's time to make another run Move on Move on Seems like as soon as my job is done It's time to make another run [Verse 2 Pras] Many days I walk for miles like Isaac Hayes Run relays, when your team gets delayed She keep a magnum by the ashtray When Pras comes to visit with John Forte (what is that? come on man) Dining out in a five star cuisine - Stretch Double R invisible limousine Riding down your block never to be seen The supreme dream team is a money machine You're a fiend, I'm king, watch me do my thing Money like De Niro, the squad Subzero Chicken parmesan hero eating while I'm winning I've been living, my team still in Still wishing, still bitching, still fishing, still snitching Penny pinching havin' meetings in your kitchen Send my man shorty, clips through your body Jewels on Liberace hunting you like [?] Excuse me [Chorus] Move on Move on Seems like as soon as my job is done It's time to make another run Move on Move on Seems like as soon as my job is done It's time to make another run Move on Move on So rainy days, please go away I'll paperchase another day [Verse 3 Pras & John Forte] Forget the dreamhouse, forget the cash, fuck the new ride Swallow my pride in the days of our lives I will survive whether wanted dead or alive I've got money in the bank and money to thrive Play foul, get hurt the most, that's why we keep our circle close Work first and party later, it's a day today affair Think not, I beg to differ I've seen drunk club niggers Will provide the status of a man and later on leave him stiff (stiffer) [Chorus] Move on Move on Seems like as soon as my job is done It's time to make another run Move on Move on Seems like as soon as my job is done It's time to make another run 1997 About to hit 'em About to hit 'em Making moves yeah Let 'em know So what Let's bounce Let's bounce to this beat son Nigga what! what! Continue Ayo let me hear that from the top