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lirik lagu money move – yeat

[intro]
go ‘head, o
danny, i see you

[chorus: yeat]
on some cash, what i’m running through
bands, make that money move
dance, make that honey groove
p*ssy tastes like honeydew
with these racks i see straight through you
you thought that sh*t was make believe
all this guap i got on me, it make these b*tches want to see

[verse 1: yeat]
hold up
diamonds flooded on my ring, check
i got money for my team
women is so delicious
swimming in different b*tches
i’ma get[?]
audemar on my wrist
got a new b*tch, suck d*ck
autopilot in a sp*ceship
bad lil’ baby, can you face it?
hop in the tesla, i put it in coupe
[?]
what the hеll did i do to you?
why can’t you just keep it real, keep the truth?
yuh
[refrain]
keeping it the truth, yuh (keeping it)
keeping it truе, yuh (keeping it keep*)
keeping it true, yuh (keeping it true)
keeping it true, yuh (yeah)
huh, yuh, yuh
keeping it true with me (keeping it keeping it)
keeping it true with me (true)
too many holes in my jeans

[chorus: yeat & nessly]
on some cash, what i’m running through
bands, make that money move
dance, make that honey groove
p*ssy tastes like honeydew
with these racks, i see straight through you (yeah)
you thought that sh*t was make believe
all this guap i got on me, it make these b*tches want to see (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: nessly]
n*ggas flexing gucci that they bought on grailed (heehee)
same price for your gucci, pay my brother bail (ooh)
pull up in a batmobile, i feel like christian bale (ooh, yeah)
i just poured the wockhardt in the ginger ale (yeah, yeah)
got 30 texts ’bout money, thought it was chain mail (hey, yeah)
these b*tches think i’m feeling them, i can’t read braille (hey, yeah)
show me hifey, p*ssy taste like diced peach (mwah)
diamonds white bleach, diamonds made my sprite pink (yeah)
i just made a chain and i ditched it (ooh)
yuh, i just f*cked her friend and went distant (facts)
yuh, phantom and the ghost, superstitious (big racks)
i f*cked the most, too many hoes, put ’em in guinness (heehee)
[chorus: yeat]
on some cash, what i’m running through
bands, make that money move
dance, make that honey groove
p*ssy tastes like honeydew
with these racks i see straight through you
you thought that sh*t was make believe
all this guap i got on me, it make these b*tches want to see

[outro]
dew
dew

- yeat

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