Nothin' Move But the Money - Mic Geronimo

aha aha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep it movin’come on and keep it movin'

Verse 1:

Tint that shine, full us to the teeth

ask yourself can you ball like me it’s nothin that an amature can try to see

even hoes with the most step carefully around me I bribe by the rules you know

disturb my groove and you gots to lay low

Geronimo have it in the cut hawked up fucked up steering the gas from both sides

I stay high Puffy pie in the soar

spearing the dough, accordly we run it,

how it go?

Can’t nobody hold me down

like my nigga Puff say, cut so sharp, you

think we sensay (sh)?, Ima break it down audio display

with some help from the Bad Boys mic on the play

frontin’on my crew nigga crime don’t pay

we’re back in ya face kickin’dirt all day

Virgin niggas can’t rhyme, don’t try

it’s a fact, you’ve been hitted by the Master-I

Emcees wanna gun me, take my life from me It’s funny but still ain’t nothin’move but the money

It’s on…

Is time to hard?

Time to rough?

Feelin’like you had

enough, we can make it, gotta try

make a change, live your life

Verse 2:

Struggle it is, i’m goin’to back fully on with the tracks fully plats 88 zillion

niggas carry on while I’ll place in funds

and makin’some, the value it make 'em run

grands and tons of rhymes, if you cope 'em once

that you’re man over me Shorty rock 'em on Here it is in the cut climb ???

at the ???

the bomb shit blowin’like a bag of ???

mad She wrote a verse but it just don’t fit

right in that shit with the niggas you running

to role with, I told y’all motha controle

the bowl with this microphone like a, it just

don’t miss give somethin’to run with 'em on the

block all the niggas we hold you see is ???, and still

Emcees wanna gun me, take my life from me It’s funny but still ain’t nothin’move but the money

It’s on…

Is time to hard?

Time to rough?

Feelin’like you had

enough, we can make it, gotta try

make a change, live your life

Verse 3:

Geronimo got it locked up like ATM, blowin’the

twenty with shortie in the gray B. M gettin dirty after dark like 4 AM and strokin'

my little mami 'til her body say when

I’m more amazing then a Spielberg flick mix it with

a little bit of the Tarantino shit, Y’all know to quit while you’re movin’your head, see we stoppin'

on the bank up in the game, enough said

a team so strong what can stop me now

y’all niggas better hopely taunt me now, and still

Emcees wanna gun me, take my life from me It’s funny but still ain’t nothin’move but the money

It’s on…

Can’t you see that what I mean is the mon-ey

Cant you see…

yeah yeah yeah yeah

Blunt records, Bad Boy collabo

yeah I see