Move On Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Man I ain't encourage my brother to do nothin' fucked up. Man say bitch, my money retarded, if the bitch don't fuck with her she ain't blessed, bitch 

Saw her on the dance floor poppin' 

Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that ass bop 

She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin' 

Hold up, stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble 

I'm rich, we're both grown 

Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home 

Too high, I'm too gone 

If she don't ride with the kid, I move on 

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with 

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with 

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I ain't really playing with you, don't know your name 

I'm just tryna do some things to ya 

Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang 

Let you roll up a plane 

Let you bring your homegirls 

Let my boys run a train 

I'mma real ass nigga outta Pittsburgh 

She don't fuck, I don't deal with her, know ya heard 

Good dick what I slang, I don't even run game 

I've been learned my lane, hoes fuckin' up for fame 

Hop in my ride then I go front backside 

To the side got my money, she love that 

Rollin' weed up first class 

Taylor Gang nigga all about his cash 

Smackin' lil mama on the ass 

I'm rich, we're both grown 

Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home 

Too high, I'm too gone 

If she don't ride with the kid, I move on 

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with 

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with 

I done threw a ring around my dick and my finger, ya digg? 

I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg? 

Your girl end up leavin' with me, you ain't a freak, where your friend? 

Gates slang, I'm gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real 

Audi, Mustang, Duli Truck, I just wrecked that Chevelle 

Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a fuck can you tell? 

Kevin it's your pipe, well out in public won't notice she yell 

Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I'm touchin' them bells 

Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail 

Big booty somethin' on the dance floor poppin' 

Hold up stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble 

Big money pocket, got the lumps 

Kevin got dollars 

I'm rich, we're both grown 

Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home 

Too high, I'm too gone 

If she don't ride with the kid, I move on 

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with 

I'm just tryna find someone I can leave with