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letra de moving - jeff martin

[intro: jeff martin]
look, when you wanna’ just stop, keep movin’

[verse 1: jeff martin]
you think this money comes easy? think again
i been workin’ like a dog, i’mma grind until the end
i got bangers on the low that i’m bangin’ in the benz’
i be rollin’ top down with my twenty-four rims
on the job everyday tryna’ get the next check
i be playin’ in the game while you all are ridin’ bench
i got shows that out in cali’, i got flights i gotta’ catch
this the life i’m gunna’ live, i be plannin’ out my steps
i be makin’ fat stacks, talkin’ cheese, mad whiz
we just losin’ track of time, thats the price you gotta’ give
i’m fuckin’ up the game, i’m fuckin’ up the biz’
to the haters talkin’ trash, you’ll be suckin’ on my-
yeah, business always boomin’
cars always cruisin’
clubs always groovin’
planes always vroomin’
i’m neva’ losin’
words always zoomin’
pool’s always boozin’
i’m always movin’

[verse 2: jeff martin]
uh, i want the gold wrist
she want the gucci mist
a little bit of that and a little bit of this
sephora ain’t the only thing she puttin’ on her lips
we crazy in the sheets, think you get the gist
party on the yacht or rager on the deck
kickin’ in the east or we bangin’ in the west
i’m gettin’ into parties and i’m not even a guest
i just show up to the scene lookin’ hella,’ hella fresh
this the life we wanna’ live, this the life we wanna’ have
i’m just lookin’ to the future ’cause i fucked up in the past
i’m just solvin’ all my problems, i been always good at math
ah, twenty-sixteen i be graduatin’ cl-ss
materials ain’t always been the pleasure and the perks
just to donate to the sick is a reason that i work
i’m just tryna’ make a wish, if i gotta’ gotta’ sell a purse
i be throwin’ out the kors if it means curin’ a curse

[bridge: jeff martin]
uh, and we gotta’ keep movin’
never be snoozin’
gotta’ keep provin’
and it’s my turn to shine
my lady so fine
she like some white wine, yeah
got silk for my drawers
marble my floors
teak on my doors and
we speakin’ française
tête si vous plait
voulez un jet, yeah
p-ssion in my heart, it never seem to fade
“i’mma make a million dollars,” what they all say
you can say it but you neva’ gon’ get paid
gotta’ go out and get it before it’s too late
i’m lookin’ for a chance, i’m tryna’ take a stance
i’m sittin,’ plottin’ on paper and writin’ up a plan
i got this vision for music, i’m tryna’ be the man
thanks to you i’m on my way, shoutout to the fans

- jeff martin

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