PT Vell & Blaine Cooz - Really Don't Lyrics

You f*ck n***a's really don't move me
I keep it moving
Cool as a fan I'm so groovy
Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it
Gimmie the ball ima shoot it
Chance after chance I won't lose it
Muf*ckin' smart like computers
I'm back in my mood
Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass
I'm on on they ass

You f*ck n***a's really don't move me
I keep it moving
Cool as a fan I'm so groovy
Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it
Gimmie the ball ima shoot it
Chance after chance I won't lose it
Muf*ckin' smart like computers
I'm back in my mood
Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass

Pardon me partner I need all the dollars
I'm stacking that paper like looseleaf
Peeped them niggas they too cheap
They be stunting wit' hella ones you ain't fooled me
On a mission to get it you trippin if you ain't with it we can't kick it no Bruce lee
I won't give em no high fives
Cuz I told em that I be the one before two three
See em' acting like groupies
Then they talkin' down see you niggas got mood swings
Pick a side nigga, choose please
If it's issues then I'm on yo head like a coofy
Best come correct when you call yaself checkin' me
Ima' problem solver don't be testing me
Tell my boss I'm a boss so don't schedule me
Murkin' rappers I might catch a felony

You f*ck n***a's really don't move me
I keep it moving
Cool as a fan I'm so groovy
Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it
Gimmie the ball ima shoot it
Chance after chance I won't lose it
Muf*ckin' smart like computers
I'm back in my mood
Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass

Forever go hard for this rap shit
Versatile I had to change it up
N***a's slowing up ya stamina
That Competition line them muthaf*ckas up
Oh lord I tell em' read about it
Tell em' hang it up like Christmas stockings
Gotta get it dat my only option
Shit im im my bag like im grocery shopping
My n***a's need keys to the city (What up loe)
Plus I need the key to the Bentley
We doubled up to run dem numbers up
These n***a's slipping they complain to much
You gotta spend it just to get cha some
Sacrifice to get my dollas up
Undertaker this the last ride
Know I'm spitting like the chosen one
I'm going way way way up
I need my money out the brinks trucks
I never lacking so wassup witcha
I gotta focus get my buzz bigger
Watch me work I do it for my city, gotta grind, gotta grind, gotta get it
Thankful that I'm in position
I'm destined to shine be a witness
Tough as they come like a honda civic
You I'm the shit so just gone admit it
Just hope out the plane cuz the pilot witcha
My only motive just to stack my riches
One helluva night so don't f*ck up my mood
Do what I want f*ck what you say
Turn the f*ck up on a Tuesday
Be murdering shit like it's doomsday

You f*ck n***a's really don't move me
I keep it moving
Cool as a fan I'm so groovy
Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it
Gimmie the ball ima shoot it
Chance after chance I won't lose it
Muf*ckin' smart like computers
I'm back in my mood
Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass

You f*ck n***a's really don't move me
I keep it moving
Cool as a fan I'm so groovy
Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it
Gimmie the ball ima shoot it
Chance after chance I won't lose it
Muf*ckin' smart like computers
I'm back in my mood
Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass
I'm all on they ass