What’s the Move?

[Intro: Young Thug] (BL$$D) I just let lil' mama suck me up, girl Bitch tryna drive in a Rolls Royce or the bus‚ girl? I jumped off the porch and went straight up‚ girl (Straight up‚ girl) You can leave your town and head to another world [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] What the move? I'm tired of eyein' you I'm tired of spyin' on you 'Til the pain last too I made it rain on you When it was hard to maintain too I was playin' games with you Like you could never play games too, woah (Yeah) [Chorus: Young Thug] You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want) Louis Vuitton, diamonds‚ keep calm (Okay) All you do is point at what you want (Point it out) Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (Oh yeah) Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff') Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo) Percy Miller bracelet with the woes Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff') You make it twerk for me You get a purse from me Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin You get a verse for free I make her worship me Copy it in bursts for me Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me You don't want the bag‚ oh no, no, no I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh I make her shut up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won't trip My jeans is so tight they don't fit Still walk around with a stick on my hip VVS diamonds right behind my lip Don't walk with less than fifty on my wrist Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick Flexin' on these haters who sent me 'my bad' Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex Richer than your first, richer than your last LUV, know I got swag Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan' I groove around, party pack my hand I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens Tell me what you want, I just want your friend [Chorus: Young Thug] You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want) Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay) All you do is point at what you want (Point it out) Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (Oh yeah) Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff') Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo) Percy Miller bracelet with the woes Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff') You make it twerk for me You get a purse from me Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin You get a verse for free I make her worship me Copy it in bursts for me Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me You don't want the bag, oh no, no, no I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh I make her shut up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy [Verse 2: Young Thug] Diamonds, they drip down my wrist Let's get it, fuck all the skits, woo Left wrist sittin' on a brick (Left wrist) Bitch have it locked like a pick (Sheesh) Fittz Park, came for the shit Grab a AK for the wrist Gorilla, rockin' Bape on a bitch Potential court case on a bitch (Bitch) We livin' state to state on a bitch (We livin' state to state, yeah) We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play, no) Do everything the same on a bitch (Never tell the difference) We known to pick the brains of a bitch (Big bag) I throw the big B's on a bitch I got a few C's on a bitch (Got slatt) I'm in another league on a bitch My diamond 'bout to ski on a bitch (Woo) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] What's the move? I'm tired of eyein' you (Oh, yeah) I was tired of spyin' on you 'Til the pain last too (Yeah) Make it rain on you (Make it rain, rain) It was hard to maintain too, ooh (It was hard to maintain) I was playin' games with you Like you couldn't play games too, hey, okay [Chorus: Young Thug] You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want) Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay) All you do is point at what you want (Point it out) Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (Oh yeah) Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff') Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo) Percy Miller bracelet with the woes Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (For a duff') You make it twerk for me You get a purse from me Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin You get a verse for free I make her worship me Copy it in bursts for me Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me You don't want the bag, oh no, no, no I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh I make her shut up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy