[Intro]
(Yarri)

[Verse 1]
Multi-million-dollar n***a, stood on business, 'bout to suit up
I dropped thirty every shoot out, gon' tear the roof out
Got my paperwork, read it twice, lil' n***a, who hot?
Politickin' in the feds, did some time for a lil' oohwop
Baby mama said I'm crazy, son think I'm the shit
I went platinum in the streets, was wrappin' bricks, this bitch a hit
Half a book of yams full of flakes, look like grits
You ain't never shot no blick, the only thing you bust is wrist
Pill-poppin' demon, syrup-sippin' goon
Yeah, I don't make music for the rappers, I make luxury chopper music
Rainin' off the shrooms, got her pussy poppin' to it
40 in my Nike hoodie, countin' blues off them Roxies movin'
Jump on 75-South, three hours max
To Ohio just to sell whole zips of ice and double back
Hundred jars of pills, different colors, triplе stacks
Told lil' bro to get some map, bitch, how you rollin' on them flats?
Got two choppеrs by the pedal, Dese' in my waistline
Keep it movin', heard them pussy n***as tellin' through the grapevine
Dog shit every day, wan' go to war, they put some pape' down
Stack of Forgis on the Maybach 62, I call it 8 Mile

[Chorus]
Phew, hmm, ooh (Ooh), motion (Motion)
Hmm, mm, motion (Motion)
Phew, ooh, we havin' motion (We havin' motion, fuck a n***a talkin' 'bout?)
Ooh, it's motion
[Verse 2]
Trappin' on the sixty, gold mine was in lil' bro hand
Got the reggie 'bow on four hands
Half a rackie on the low end
For sure, it's jumping back, plan a wrist and put my toe in
Eight of lean, when you bustin', '90's Crippin, you know the program
Really come with pressure
Two fifty in compressors
Skizzy full of pebbles, stuff the glizzy with some extras
Rollie with spaghetti, sixty pointer diamond necklace
Fuck a call, them n***as steppin'
We done spinned on shit for breakfast
You n***as act like bitches, put some hoes on it
Up the blow-dryer, stuff the clip, here come something
Never owed nothin'
Hands out, ain't holdin' nothin'
Bitch, I got my own money
Y'all out of breath from road running, bitch

[Chorus]
Phew, hmm, ooh (Yeah), motion (On God)
Hmm, mm, motion (Motion)
Phew, ooh, we havin' motion (We havin' motion)
Ooh, it's motion, bitch