Cyhi The Prynce – Movin' Around lyrics

What you need, nigga?
Alright, I'm on the way

Yeah
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town
So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town

Boombap moving around
Jay got a pack I'm bout through with it now
Yesterday I sold my partner a QT
Fuck it I might just come through with an ounce
So gimme the check Imma do it then bounce
Drove off in a Buick as true as it sounds
CyHi pull up in the trap with them bags
Keep somethin' on me to shoot at a clown
I'll come back movin' around
They said I needed a buzz in the street
I said "Damn, ya'll shoulda told me"
Since I was fifteen I been flood with the tree
Before ya'll knew 'bout me I was up in the D
Somewhere on Finkle with drugs in the Jeep
You don't know how it feel when you're cousin a Blood
And you can't call him cousin 'cause bousin is G
Your homies is Crips but you stuck in between
Either you are or you fuck with them keys
I told my label to sign my release
I'll go back to the block it ain't nothing to me

So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town

Taking my chance on the road
Told my daughter that I love but I go
Rather go provide then be there and broke
Life or death, the paper bringing us hope
Know these haters want me dead in the dirt
Know they hate when every day is the first
Wore it once about a thousand a shirt
Figure'd I would call a picket and skrrt
Cross me once, they have to view you in church
Niggas tough until that hot one insert
Still got that dope in my sock
Gotta go watch for the cops
Keep it Top Dawg when I flee
Started with one quarter piece
Now we half-million a week
Kick down the door like a Jeep
'Bout twenty years since I sleeped
I brought belief to the Priest
I can sell sand to the beach
Been through the fire
Imma raise Hell to the Gods
Oddly I multiply dimes
Small with a circle of mines

So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need 17 for the split
I need 32 for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town

Lemme tell you 'bout the one time I had a rental
With a half a bag of that Sacramento
Seen cops' lights flash, threw it out the window
Right there cross the street from Allen Temple
Shit, that was my MO 'for I had a demo
And I had a Pinto but it had the tint though
Then I had a Benzo now I got a limo
Shit, I always knew a nigga had potential
Blow a bag of indo like a bad Nintendo
If I had your bimbo it was accidental
Now I'm actin nimble 'cause she actin' simple
Back to running circles round the A like an "at" symbol
Hamilton Holmes, to Indian Creek
I pray I'm at my home while my enemies creep
So many shots it sound like there's twenty of me
My boy rock a robin like twee-lee-lee-lee
I email my bitches I see-see-see
I told her to meet me at BB&G
Only see me in Georgia, I'm GPTV

So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town

Better have all my cash when I pull up on you niggas
Better have all my cash when I pull up on you niggas
Better have all my cash when I pull up on you niggas
Better have all my cash when I pull up on you niggas