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Whats the Move Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Thug
From Album: So Much Fun
Genre(s): Rap
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nicholas Emory, Symere Woods, Tariq Sharrieff
Produced by: T-minus
Released: May 23rd, 2019
Year: 2019




Young Thug - Whats the Move Lyrics
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(BL$$D)
(I just let lil' mama suck me up, girl) I just let lil' mama suck me up
(Is you tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus, girl?) Tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus
(I jumped off the porch and went straight up, girl) straight up, girl
(You can leave your town and head to another world)

What the move?
I'm tired of eyein' you
I'm tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin' games with you
Like you could never play games too (yeah), whoa

You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You don't want the bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)

Drip, drip
No shoestring my sneaker, won't trip
My jean is so tight they don't fit
Still walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don't walk with less than fifty on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick
Flexin' on these haters who sent me, my bad
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan'
I groove around, party pack my hand
I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend (yeah, yuh)

You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)

Diamonds, they drip down my wrist
Let's get it, f*ck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin' on a brick (left wrist)
Bitch have it locked like a pick (sheesh)
Fittz Park, came for the shit (park K)
Grab a AK for the wrist (grab a brrt, brrt)
Gorilla, rockin' Bape on a bitch (rockin' Bape)
Potential court case on a bitch (bitch)
We livin' state to state on a bitch (we livin' state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with a bitch (we never ever play, no)
Do everything the same on a bitch (never tell the difference)
We known to pick the brains of a bitch (pick brain)
I throw the big B's on a bitch (throw the big B's on her)
I got a few C's on a bitch (got slatt)
I'm in another league on a bitch (grrat)
My diamond 'bout to ski on a bitch (woo)

What's the move? (Ayy)
I'm tired of eyein' you (oh, yeah)
I was tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too (yeah)
Make it rain on you (rain)
It was hard to maintain too, ooh (to maintain)
I was playin' games with you
Like you couldn't play games too (you couldn't play games)
Hey, okay (yeah)

You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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(BL$$D)
(I just let lil' mama suck me up, girl) I just let lil' mama suck me up
(Is you tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus, girl?) Tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus
(I jumped off the porch and went straight up, girl) straight up, girl
(You can leave your town and head to another world)

What the move?
I'm tired of eyein' you
I'm tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin' games with you
Like you could never play games too (yeah), whoa

You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You don't want the bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)

Drip, drip
No shoestring my sneaker, won't trip
My jean is so tight they don't fit
Still walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don't walk with less than fifty on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick
Flexin' on these haters who sent me, my bad
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan'
I groove around, party pack my hand
I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend (yeah, yuh)

You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)

Diamonds, they drip down my wrist
Let's get it, f*ck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin' on a brick (left wrist)
Bitch have it locked like a pick (sheesh)
Fittz Park, came for the shit (park K)
Grab a AK for the wrist (grab a brrt, brrt)
Gorilla, rockin' Bape on a bitch (rockin' Bape)
Potential court case on a bitch (bitch)
We livin' state to state on a bitch (we livin' state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with a bitch (we never ever play, no)
Do everything the same on a bitch (never tell the difference)
We known to pick the brains of a bitch (pick brain)
I throw the big B's on a bitch (throw the big B's on her)
I got a few C's on a bitch (got slatt)
I'm in another league on a bitch (grrat)
My diamond 'bout to ski on a bitch (woo)

What's the move? (Ayy)
I'm tired of eyein' you (oh, yeah)
I was tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too (yeah)
Make it rain on you (rain)
It was hard to maintain too, ooh (to maintain)
I was playin' games with you
Like you couldn't play games too (you couldn't play games)
Hey, okay (yeah)

You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nicholas Emory, Symere Woods, Tariq Sharrieff
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, MUSIC BY ATL A PUBLISHING, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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