"Move On" lyrics

[Cash Kidd:]
(11:01)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pst

Tatted my my name, I guess I left my mark on her
Her new nigga lame, say he can't feel the part for me
That nigga a simp, you bought a lil' car for her
She ride through the city and reminisce 'bout our moments
Got two hundred bitches lyin' to me, they all fakin'
I know when I'm workin', you sneaky linkin' with ballplayers
There's word around you, why you creepin' with your ex-folks?
I got a ball on both of y'all, I'm stoopin' that low
I'm out in public iced out with some bad hoes (Bad hoes)
I got a thousand bitches and I can't let nan' go
Nope, not for you, not for her, baby, hell no (Hell no)
All my bitches selfish like a pet store (Bitch)
How you want me to yourself? You is not no keeper (No)
When you left me out here dry, it was rough, eczema
Pull up in a drop top with a fuckin' skeezer (Ooh)
Hundred on me right now, I'm finna bust my eater

[Kdoe:]
Mm, I kind of wish that she was dead (I kind of wish)
Mm, my head be fallin' out her hair (Out her now)
Mm, I got her screamin' like she fell (Yeah, fell)
Mm, shouldn't have never tried to play it
Say she just wanna move on (Move on), but feelings stuck, they glued on (They glued on)
She know I get my chew on (Choose on)
Pull up in a drop top, this a fuckin' Beamer

Want a pretty bitch, um, like Selena (Like Selena)
And you know I got a bag, I just wanna keep her (Need to keep her)
Got her thinkin' she was sleep, tapped her dream up (Tapper her dream up)
Deep in her soul, I'm a fuckin' demon (I'm a fuckin' demon)
Her friends hate me and her mama too (And her mama too, oh-oh)
Her daddy cool 'cause he know the rules ('Cause he know the rules, oh-oh)
But tell him, "Don't you get this shit confused" (But tell him, "Don't you get this shit confused,", oh-oh)
'Cause any issue, I'll front his move

I can't fall in love (Yeah, I can't fall in love), no, I'ma let her— (I'ma let her—)
Past traumas got me stuck (Past traumas got me stuck), so I just wanna be alone
I can't fall in love (Yeah, I can't fall in love), no, I'ma let her— (I'ma let her—)
Past traumas got me stuck (Past traumas got me stuck), so I just wanna be alone

Mm, I kind of wish that she was dead
Mm, my head be fallin' out her hair
Mm, I got her screamin' like she fell
Mm, shouldn't have never tried to play it
Say she just wanna move on, but feelings stuck, they glued on
She know I get my chews on
Pull up in a drop top, this a fuckin' Beamer

Want a pretty bitch, um, like Selena
And you know I got a bag, I just wanna keep her
I'm the type to dream her, I'm a fuckin' demon