Keep It Moving - Jeremih/Marcus Fench

Lyrics by：Derrick Johnson

Wha

Where my cup

City ticket on my truck

Man

They coulda passed me

D**n this s**t Ras B

Wha

Where my cup

I'm tip now I don't give no fu-

And oh -she thought she had me

I just figured last week

Waitaminute

Keep it moving on

It's my time

I don't need it

Waitaminute

Keep it moving on

Even if it' on my own

'Member me

Woah

Hennessy

Flow

All these zeros

I done seen

Dough turn hella in-da-street to industry h*es

Let me see those

I'm just trynna chill

And make a little money

My n***a D Rose

Now

You ain't seen me ridin' 'round in a minute

But when I'm seen

I got the diamonds on

Hatin' a*s n***as at the coffee shop

Got the nerve to tell me that I'm grindin' wrong

Bet his girl would want to come

Wanted steak

Penthouse up in Vegas

Mandalay

With an a*s like

My God

Give it a praise

If I smack that

Annie May

It'll be OK

Just-

D**n

Drinkin again

Tokin'

Not thinkin' again

I can share your heart in bed

Love

Next day not speaking again

Gotta keep my wheels

G

Yes ma'am

That's why we in a Benz

Don't be my reason to vent

Slow stroke that a*s while the record spins

I pulls up

Black cherry wet

I'm here now

And I mean trouble

My checks way more than I thought they would be

B***h

I been seein' double

I used to ride this old Cavalier

Smoked out on the Dan Ryan with the fan flyin'

Cause the air was broke

I'm good now

But back then I was like-

Woah uhuh okay

Shutup

Drunk text she call

Tell her

Keep it moving

Sorry

I hope sh'll get

Better

But for me to deal with that right now

Uh never