"You Want My Move?" lyrics
Why is it that
Why- Why- What, what
Some bitches, ohh, they talk to the motherfuckin'
To the guys with the-
Dressed like ballets figures
Worse than, that shit
They got stockbroker bodies
And these tight-ass shirts, man
He had this microfibre shirt, you know, the kind that stretch
Shit was so tight, man, I swear it hurt his chest
Some black designer belt that was chokin' his waist
Some young black slacks (Hehe), showin' no taste
Some shiny church shoes (Whoo!), he was a hopeless case
I went back to my drinking, thinkin': "Murs Rules the World"
And let's not forget this dude had a S Curl
But the girls were all over him
Back and forth trips made to the bathroom just to get him to notice them
I show him to my friends, we all start to laugh (See that guy!)
But we still at point zero, and he's gettin' all the math
So I hops on my task and ask this girl to dance (You wanna dance?)
But at the same time
This funny lookin' man tries to make his advance, but he don't got a chance
'Cause I got my game on deck, feelin' alright
'Til she played me to the left (What?), grabbed his hand and quickly stepped (Aww)
Out onto the dance-floor (Fuck outta here)
She glanced in my direction, gave a fake smile (Heehee)
All the while in my mind, I'm thinkin' "Damn, this whore!"
I turn to my friends, and hear a roar of laughter, I give 'em all the finger
Fuck y'all! (No game bastards)
Now I'm after number two
I see her at the bar, I grab my brew and pursue
We make eye contact (Wassup?), she smiles when she sees me
A 8.5 sippin' apple martinis
I lean in and whisper in her ear
(When you've finished this drink, can we dance?)
She nods "yes" and licks her lips
Now I'm thinkin' I'm the man, I held out my hand
She walked right in front of me
Put her arm around the waist (What?) of this Ricky Martin wannabee (Damn, nigga!)
Then shot me a look (Ahh), like "what was you thinkin'" (What?)
I blew on my hand but my breath wasn't stinkin'
It didn't make sense so I went back to my drinkin'
Look down at my sleeve, guess what? It's time to leave
I round up my crew
But on the way out we run into guess who? (Awww, nawww)
The fashion [?], with three fine broads
So you know we had to hate (What?), started talkin' 'bout his gear
And how his chain was fake
But when I look up he's standin' right in my face
And said "don't you know jealousy's an ugly trait
Holdin' envy in your heart
You can never make moves, besides, hatin' on me
What you really tryna prove?"
He leaned to my ear, and said "deep in your heart, you know that shit is true"
(C'mere, shut yo' ass up)
He said that
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
Yo, Ty, check this out
It's on me!
I was at the club, I see this girl, right
I step to her, and do you know what this bitch said to me?
What?
You know what she said?
What?
She said "I need a hot boy (What?), a thug for my man (Oh, no)
A square like you (Square?) will never fit my plans"
And to make it all worse, she said "don't you know
Nice guys" (What about us?) "they never finish first" (Aww, that's nasty)
I said "come on toots, my name is Big Murs
Besides, would a nice guy have his hand in your purse?"
She said "are you for real?"
I said "yep, I stole your wallet"
She said "oh, that turns me on"
I said "well I'm also alcoholic" (What?)
"Who starts fights for fun" (Haha)
She said "is that right?
Well do you have a gun?"
I said "I got a 9 at home and my Uzi weighs a ton"
She said "where you from? 'Cause you're makin' me wet
And it would really make me hotter if you threw up your set"
I said "no, not yet"
She said "you'd do it if you're real"
I threw up a peace sign, and smashed that bitch in the grill
And just like a whore it turned her on even more
She followed me all around the room (Goddamn, leave me alone)
And even when I dissed her (Bitch, get outta my face)
She kept singin' this tune, it went
I'm a dime, and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind
Bitch, please
You know that I'm a dime, and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind
Bitch, please
You know that I'm a dime, and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind
Bitch, please
You know that I'm a dime (Oh, God), and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind (What?)
Bitch, please
Why- Why- What, what
Some bitches, ohh, they talk to the motherfuckin'
To the guys with the-
Dressed like ballets figures
Worse than, that shit
They got stockbroker bodies
And these tight-ass shirts, man
He had this microfibre shirt, you know, the kind that stretch
Shit was so tight, man, I swear it hurt his chest
Some black designer belt that was chokin' his waist
Some young black slacks (Hehe), showin' no taste
Some shiny church shoes (Whoo!), he was a hopeless case
I went back to my drinking, thinkin': "Murs Rules the World"
And let's not forget this dude had a S Curl
But the girls were all over him
Back and forth trips made to the bathroom just to get him to notice them
I show him to my friends, we all start to laugh (See that guy!)
But we still at point zero, and he's gettin' all the math
So I hops on my task and ask this girl to dance (You wanna dance?)
But at the same time
This funny lookin' man tries to make his advance, but he don't got a chance
'Cause I got my game on deck, feelin' alright
'Til she played me to the left (What?), grabbed his hand and quickly stepped (Aww)
Out onto the dance-floor (Fuck outta here)
She glanced in my direction, gave a fake smile (Heehee)
All the while in my mind, I'm thinkin' "Damn, this whore!"
I turn to my friends, and hear a roar of laughter, I give 'em all the finger
Fuck y'all! (No game bastards)
Now I'm after number two
I see her at the bar, I grab my brew and pursue
We make eye contact (Wassup?), she smiles when she sees me
A 8.5 sippin' apple martinis
I lean in and whisper in her ear
(When you've finished this drink, can we dance?)
She nods "yes" and licks her lips
Now I'm thinkin' I'm the man, I held out my hand
She walked right in front of me
Put her arm around the waist (What?) of this Ricky Martin wannabee (Damn, nigga!)
Then shot me a look (Ahh), like "what was you thinkin'" (What?)
I blew on my hand but my breath wasn't stinkin'
It didn't make sense so I went back to my drinkin'
Look down at my sleeve, guess what? It's time to leave
I round up my crew
But on the way out we run into guess who? (Awww, nawww)
The fashion [?], with three fine broads
So you know we had to hate (What?), started talkin' 'bout his gear
And how his chain was fake
But when I look up he's standin' right in my face
And said "don't you know jealousy's an ugly trait
Holdin' envy in your heart
You can never make moves, besides, hatin' on me
What you really tryna prove?"
He leaned to my ear, and said "deep in your heart, you know that shit is true"
(C'mere, shut yo' ass up)
He said that
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
I'm so cool, and I'm so smooth, you know you want my moves
Nigga, please
Yo, Ty, check this out
It's on me!
I was at the club, I see this girl, right
I step to her, and do you know what this bitch said to me?
What?
You know what she said?
What?
She said "I need a hot boy (What?), a thug for my man (Oh, no)
A square like you (Square?) will never fit my plans"
And to make it all worse, she said "don't you know
Nice guys" (What about us?) "they never finish first" (Aww, that's nasty)
I said "come on toots, my name is Big Murs
Besides, would a nice guy have his hand in your purse?"
She said "are you for real?"
I said "yep, I stole your wallet"
She said "oh, that turns me on"
I said "well I'm also alcoholic" (What?)
"Who starts fights for fun" (Haha)
She said "is that right?
Well do you have a gun?"
I said "I got a 9 at home and my Uzi weighs a ton"
She said "where you from? 'Cause you're makin' me wet
And it would really make me hotter if you threw up your set"
I said "no, not yet"
She said "you'd do it if you're real"
I threw up a peace sign, and smashed that bitch in the grill
And just like a whore it turned her on even more
She followed me all around the room (Goddamn, leave me alone)
And even when I dissed her (Bitch, get outta my face)
She kept singin' this tune, it went
I'm a dime, and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind
Bitch, please
You know that I'm a dime, and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind
Bitch, please
You know that I'm a dime, and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind
Bitch, please
You know that I'm a dime (Oh, God), and I'm so fine, you know I'd blow your mind (What?)
Bitch, please
