Money Motivated Movements - Guilty Simpson, Four Tet

Once again, Guilty and Four Tet

We’re what you call vets

Jet with the speed of Corvettes

Make four sing like quartets

My enemies want to raid my fortress (nah)

But I’m swift on my feet like Dorsett

I’m from the pit, soon to be a star when I hit

Yeah, you running back trying to figure me out

I’m at the bar till the liquor run out

I’m driven off hate

Only satisfied when I’m getting y’all cake (money)

If she on the rag then I’m hitting all face

I’m pro fellatio

Bad hoes get dough and take it slow

Detroit-bred, code red

On the block politicking with the old heads

(Old head: What’s up, man? What up, what up?)

(Guilty: What’s up, old head, man? What you got for your mans today? Huh?)

Get that knowledge

And learn what they didn’t teach y’all in college

Don’t test me, boy, the skill is polished (blaw)

And you could be thin, big-boned, or brolic

(Let's get it on)

Back to win, my side consists of street villains

Sewing up blocks with stock and millions

Money motivates my movements

Victorious, my squad ain’t for losing (no)

We come through, chicks go wild and scream

My Ziplock holds big piles of green (smoke)

No sticks, no seeds, big league trees

Kush, burn that bush

Stagnant cats can’t move without push

Pussy, clean y’all out without douche

Four Tet reps the real

And since the deal I copped that extra steel

Don’t cross me, that could be costly

Duck, I’m convinced that y’all suck

Stones Throw is the team

Light another blunt up and get your cream

(Let's get it on, we better than the norm)