Moneybagg Yo – Motion God Lyrics

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"Motion God." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 08:14 pm

Album: Hard To Love

Track No: 16

Eh-eh, uh, let's go get it
Let's get it, ****
Uh-uh, ah, yeah
Go
See my eyes red, I'm off these meds (Yeah)
Off the love, they do that for me
I ain't gotta put nothin' on his head (No)
Got these bitches out they body
And these **** in they chest
I post these racks up just to motivate my ****
I ain't tryna flex (True)
Don't go broke tryna try that
'Cause every week, I'm private jet
These rappers need a stylist bad
But I ain't used a stylist yet
Signin' million-dollar contracts in my boxers through a text (Quick)
Wake up, check my bank account
Phone numbers in that bitch, I'm blessed (I'm like, "Yes")
What's the word? Smokin' gumbo herb
I'm up there right now (Up)
In the air, I'm free as a bird
Plus, I'm fly right now (Drip)
Talkin' slurred
Can't pronounce a verb in this booth right now (Throwed)
Full of syrup
I might kiss the curb in this coupe right now (Skrrt)
Plenty of fancy cars (Got too many)
It's a whole lot of motion involved (Know I'm havin')
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (You can't see 'em)
New Cadillac bulletproof, cost 300 large (That's necessary)
Make a killing, it's a crime what I charge (How much you want?)
I got some racks and got the fuck outta Dodge (Mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit, them folks gon' pay me to ball (Show must go on)
Cut that bitch off, she ain't pick up when I called (If I did that, then I'd be wrong-wrong)
I just hit another city (Where?)
No need to look around for 'em, I brought the vibes with me (Right here)
Fresh off the press, a cool 700, all Benjis (Blues)
Still sippin' Wock', I get the Sprite and po' some lines in it (Po')
Can't see, my eyes tinted (No)
Made a M off movin' Ps
Smoothest motion you done seen
This shit here gon' sell itself
Just weigh that cup on top of the beam
One of my hoes shop in Chanel
One of my hoes can't stay off SHEIN
You sold that bitch so many dreams
Quit pillow talkin', go to sleep
I can't go like Pac (No)
Bulletproof 'cause they takin' shots
Been reppin' it 'round the world, now my hood a famous block (Homes)
Got plenty hoes, clothes, shows, bows, primary goals
I need me some mo', I'm goin' up like the Lambo' Aventador doors (Up)
Plenty of fancy cars (Got too many)
It's a whole lot of motion involved (Know I'm havin')
Diamonds and tattoos cover my scars (You can't see 'em)
New Cadillac bulletproof, cost 300 large (That's necessary)
Make a killing, it's a crime what I charge (How much you want?)
I got some racks and got the fuck outta Dodge (Mane, I was gone)
I pop my shit, them folks gon' pay me to ball (Show must go on)
Cut that bitch off, she ain't pick up when I called (If I did that, then I'd be wrong-wrong)

Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Thomas Walker & Taureon Hailey.

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