Gwan Vuitton - MOVE.ON Lyrics

Popping the champagne, I'm going up tonight She in her feelings, but she gotta move on
I got a bad bitch, she tryna f*ck tonight I smoking the za and I swear I'm too gone
I can never trust you again Get a top in the back of the Benz
You not my folks, you not my kin Make a phone call and they spin the bin
Make a phone call and I get him gone In the clouds, just like a shooting star
On a flight and I got jet lag And I'm on my way to go count up the racks
Tell me how you love me You went behind me and stabbed me in the back
That's why I got a cold heart Still rocking some chrome hearts
I'm pouring codeine for the feeling,In my cup oh yeah
I'm f*cking your bitch from the back and she like how I do it, I pull on her hair
You ain't never did shit to nobody Don't go start telling lies
I knew it was up when I first seen her She was looking in my eyes
I can never ever trust a thot That's only the devil in disguise
Why? No
Why? No
You was tryna play them games But I wasn't tryna play em back
I was tryna get all of the boxes in And serve the pack
I hope I don't gotta go back To the days when I was selling crack
I hope he slip up And I hope he know he gettin' whacked
I had to put the money first She want to Louis or Fendi purse
She wanna f*ck with the gang And see what it's like and feel out the vibe
She wanna come to the crib And smoke with a weed, experience the life
I gotta stay on a mission And I gotta stay on my way to the top
I had to put in blood, sweat, and tears I had to put in the grind
Literally, come get your bitch, she feelin' me
Like how I'm popping champagne in the club Get rid of all of my enemies
You don't know what I'm talkin' about But it's cool, cause they ain't gettin' rid of me
Popping the champagne, I'm going up tonight
She in in her feels, but she gotta move on
She in in her feels, but she gotta move on