Motion God Song Lyrics are the Latest English song by Moneybagg Yo and produced by Skywalker OG aka Thomas Walker and T Head aka Taureon Hailey. Motion God Lyrics are written by Demario Dewayne White, Jr.Taureon Hailey, Thomas Walker
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Motion God Song Details
| Song | Motion God |
| Artist/Singer | Moneybagg Yo |
| Lyrics | Demario Dewayne White, Jr.Taureon Hailey, Thomas Walker |
| Produced | Skywalker OG aka Thomas Walker and T Head aka Taureon Hailey |
| Label | Moneybagg Yo |
Motion God Music
Motion God Song Lyrics
Eh-eh, uh
Let’s get it, let’s get it, n*gga
Uh-uh, ah, yeah
Go!
See my eyes red, I’m off these meds
Off the love, they do that for me
I ain’t gotta put nothin’ on his head
Got these b*tches out they body
And these n*ggas in they chest
I post these racks up just to motivate my n*ggas
I ain’t tryna flex
Don’t go broke tryna try that
Cause every week, I’m private jet
These rappers need a stylist bad
But I ain’t used a stylist yet
Signin’ million dollar contracts in my boxers through a text
Wake up, check my bank account
Phone numbers in that b*tch, I’m blessed
I’m like, “Yes”
What’s the word? Smokin’ gumbo herb
I’m up there right now (Up)
In the air, I’m free as a bird
Plus, I’m fly right now
Talkin’ slurred
Can’t pronounce a verb in this booth right now
Full of syrup
I might kiss the curb in this coupe right now (Skrrt)
Plenty fancy cars (Got too many)
It’s a whole lot of motion involved (Know I’m havin’)
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (You can’t see’em)
New Cadillac bulletproof cost 300 large (That’s necessary)
Make a killing, it’s a crime what I charge (How much you want?)
I got some racks and got the f*ck outta dodge (Mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit
Them folks gon’ pay me to ball (Show must go on)
Cut that b*tch off, she ain’t pick up when I called (If I did that, then I’d be wrong-wrong)
I just hit another city (Where?)
No need to look around for ’em
I brought the vibes with me (Right here)
Fresh off the press a cool 700, all Benjis (Blues)
Still sippin’ wock, I get the Sprite and po’ some lines in it (Po’)
Can’t see my eyes tinted (No)
Made a M off movin’ Ps
Smoothest motion you done seen
This shit here gon’ sell itself
Just weigh that cup on top of the beam
One of my hoes shop in Chanel
One of my hoes can’t stay off SHEIN
You sold this b*tch so many dreams
Quit pillow talkin’, go to sleep
I can’t go like Pac (No)
Bulletproof ’cause they takin’ shots
Been reppin’ it ’round the world
Now my hood a famous block
Got plenty hoes
Clothes, shows, bows
Primary goals
I need me some mo’
I’m goin’ up like the Lambo’ Aventador doors
Plenty fancy cars (Got too many)
It’s a whole lot of motion involved (Know I’m havin’)
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (You can’t see ’em)
New Cadillac bulletproof cost 300 large (That’s necessary)
Make a killing, it’s a crime what I charge (How much you want?)
I got some racks and got the f*ck outta dodge (Mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit
Them folks gon’ pay me to ball (Show must go on)
Cut that **** off, she ain’t pick up when I called (If I did that, then I’d be wrong-wrong)
