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Yeat - Money Move Lyrics

Money Move Lyrics[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
Pussy tastes like honeydew
With these racks I see straight through you
You thought that shit was make believe
All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches 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 bitches
I'ma get [?]
Audemar on my wrist
Got a new bitch, suck dick
Autopilot in a spaceship
Bad lil' baby, can you face it?
Hop in the Tesla, I put it in coupe
Baby [?]
What the hеll did I do to you?
Why can't you just keep it real, keep the truth?
Yuh

[Refrain: Yeat]
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
Pussy tastes like honeydew
With these racks, I see straight through you (Yeah)
You thought that shit was make believe
All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Nessly]
Niggas 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 bitches think I'm feeling them, I can't read braille (Hey, yeah)
Show me hifey, pussy 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 fucked her friend and went distant (Facts)
Yuh, Phantom and the Ghost, superstitious (Big racks)
I fucked the most, too many hoes, put 'em in Guinness (Heeheehee)

[Chorus: Yeat]
On some cash, what I'm running through
Bands, make that money move
Dance, make that honey groove
Pussy tastes like honeydew
With these racks I see straight through you
You thought that shit was make believe
All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see

[Outro]
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