Follow My Moves Lyrics - Stimulus Package - Freeway

Yeah nigga 

N-O, Philly (Philly) 

You know? 

C-M-B, one hundred 

I was piss poor, water used to leak in my place 

First we struggled, then we hustled 'til the paper got straight 

Copped weight, plates got scrapped 

Then we chopped it up and bagged the twelve twelves, five eights 

Twenty four/seven on my Kane shit, +No Half-Steppin+ 

For protection, kept a weapon on waist 

We grind hard, if we happen to catch a charge 

Two lawyers, Frank Spina, Lou Savino on the case 

They, spank that, then we straight 

I'm a neighborhood legend, Benz wagon with the hatchback 

That was way back, before the contract 

My right hand had a red Ac' Legend 

And we stay smokin reefer, havin marijuana sessions 

We had y'all bitches gettin high, catchin contact 

Any problem with you guys, nickel nine that 

Bring my hood everywhere I'm at, I define reppin, yeah 

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We from the bottom, now we shinin with jewels 

We keep on grindin and we rhyme like we got something to prove 

But don't follow me, follow my moves young'n 

Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n 

Yeah, we from the bottom and we grind with tools 

Make money everyday, candy paint with jewels nigga 

Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n 

Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n 

Fresh paint, Pearl 40, honey racks on the Harley 

On the grind every day, big mansions and Ferraris 

Uptown nigga, where it all started 

Big money, big guns out the hallway 

Hit the hood in something new, stuntin every day 

Blowin purple haze, with a 100K 

With a hundred B's, all stackin cheese 

Y-M, C-M-B 

With the Louis frames, with the curtains back 

In the new Phantom, star light, laid back 

Born rich, "Hood Rich", Cash Money, more shit 

M.O.B., UPT, spent a mill' on some keys, candy leather seats 

Project life, tats and fleets 

Hundred mill', it's what we eat 

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We from the bottom, now we shinin with jewels 

We keep on grindin and we rhyme like we got something to prove 

But don't follow me, follow my moves young'n 

Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n 

Put up, shut up, y'all niggas run up 

Tag you with the burner for the +#1 Stunna+ 

Y'all niggas never had flows like Freezer 

Nigga please, you'll never have cheese like Baby 

Keys to the Phantom, not the keys to the Mercedes 

"Last of the Mohicans", I'll be sleepin with the cannon 

I wake with it on and quake it on, whoever's drawn 

You play with it on, I stay with it on 

Nigga try me, put the cannon to his wig 

If he eatin, I am creepin, bring the cannon to his crib 

No doubt, we will go on route 

We move out for the money dummy, this is how we live 

This is Birdman and Philly Free 

We are eatin, gettin money off of words man 

Came a long way from flippin birds man 

If y'all niggas hatin, just let it be 

We from the bottom, now we shinin with jewels 

We keep on grindin and we rhyme like we got something to prove 

But don't follow me, follow my moves young'n 

Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n