Move Something

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] I told her to juke something (juke something) Make it wetter if you want to You could let us get the keys to the trunk, boo You could make a hundred G's on your birthday Girl, you shittin' me? It's your first day? (She pick up the hiccup, she tryna get ready to get all them checks) Damn girl, why you so fat? And I know them hoes be hating, baby (She want it, she had it, she need it, she got it, she gotta get checks) Damn, how you get a dumper like that? Know you wanna see some profit, go on and drop it [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] She got a trunk, she got a wagon You gotta drive that thing, don't crash it You gotta whip that thing like a racing horse Ay man, we ship cocaine then race the Porsches It's business first, then we play I fuck nothing but actresses, NBA Okay, okay, okay, okay Like a torn ACL, nigga we don't play! I'm in the Panamera whipping around, me and my young bitch Gold in her mouth, she 19, but she dumb thick (dumb thick) Hoes pull up, then I'mma punch it I'm drunk driving on my way to the function (awwwww) Man fuck these niggas, man fuck these bitches Man if they ain't tryna see you shine Easy as a shot from the free throw line Gon' and make a hundred G's one time (awwww) [Hook] [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Ay hold me up (hold me up) , hold my cup (hold my cup) Man that ass so dumb, it might flunk Ay man, I'm from the clique I told my bro to roll me a zip man Catch me out in traffic, you talkin' to the captain It's Banco (Banco), with four freaks in the Range Rove' (Range Rove') Nasty but classy, a true G Been training of the money like (choo, choo) I make bankrolls do the Watusi I'm a plug nigga, good sushi And now the bad bitches wanna get loosey Been tryna get out of the city I sprinkled the carpet with hundreds and fiftys We sipping the Cris til we pissy She throwing it back like a Frisbee I'm falling in love with that So how you get up in the club with that? Take it back, girl [Hook]