Keep It Movin - Dae Dae

Okay, me I’m 'bout the money, fuck the fame yeah

I’ma stack the money with the gang yeah

Smokin' out that Backwood like a tank, yeah

Dae Dae havin' racks, bitch what you think, yeah

Know I gotta hit 'em with another one

No I cannot sit bitch, I can’t cuddle up

Yeah I know I’m rich but bitch I’m harm as fuck

And I’m on my shit, take care my mama, yeah

And I’m having kids, shit like five of 'em

And I copped a crib for all five of 'em

I gotta keep it real with all five of 'em

If I ain’t in the Sprinter putting miles on it

Know I’m in the trap with my mans 'dem (in the trap)

You trippin' 'bout this nat, she been ran through ('bout this nat)

I’m probably in the back, bitch I’m grooving (in the back yeah)

If you ain’t talkin' 'bout nothing, keep it moving (keep it moving)

I might get mad when I’m losing (keep it moving)

I bounce back, bitch I do this (just keep it moving)

If she ain’t bad and she ain’t boujee (she keep it moving)

Moving, moving

Gang shit, pull up where you claim nigga

No main ho, my baby mama paid nigga (Keisha)

No lames though, that’s just how I was raised nigga (believe 'dat)

On the block with my motherfuckin' neighbors

I got a Glock, that motherfucker everywhere where I be

I put a rock in the trap with my daddy

Stain shit, pull up take your stain nigga

Blue Flame, fuck it make it rain nigga

Anyway, you miss me with that lame shit (nigga no way)

I’m the type to pull up where you hangin' (at your door way)

Better sit up when I come in, I’ma make niggas (sit up)

Got a bitch countin' hundreds for the fuckin' kid (count them hundreds)

Know I’m in the trap with my mans 'dem (in the trap)

You trippin' 'bout this nat, she been ran through ('bout this nat)

I’m probably in the back, bitch I’m grooving (in the back yeah)

If you ain’t talkin' 'bout nothing, keep it moving (keep it moving)

I might get mad when I’m losing (keep it moving)

I bounce back, bitch I do this (just keep it moving)

If she ain’t bad and she ain’t boujee (she keep it moving)

Moving, moving

All type of hustler, nigga hustling

In the trenches, on the block with all my cousins 'dem

Know that Glock in my prescence, I ain’t trusting shit

I fuck with opps, I fuck with bloods, I fuck with cuz 'dem

Niggas hate but know it’s love, that’s on my end

Knees scrubbed on that rug, I got my ass kicked

Out that mud like I’m Suge

Now I’m getting a dub even when the books bad

Told this lil ho go’n with all that lame shit though

I’m tryna stack them hundreds with my gang gang

I was in Miami with the homie Quan and Dae Dae

They rollin' plain jane

They on the same thing

Said they lookin' for me, I’m in the trap

Know I’m in the trap with my mans 'dem (in the trap)

You trippin' 'bout this nat, she been ran through ('bout this nat)

I’m probably in the back, bitch I’m grooving (in the back yeah)

If you ain’t talkin' 'bout nothing, keep it moving (keep it moving)

I might get mad when I’m losing (keep it moving)

I bounce back, bitch I do this (just keep it moving)

If she ain’t bad and she ain’t boujee (she keep it moving)

Moving, moving