Movin' On
Q.a.s.b. Lyrics
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I'm on the way
Yeah
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town
So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town
Boombap moving around
Jay got a pack I'm 'bout through with it now
Yesterday I sold my partner a cutie
Fuck it I might just come through with an ounce
So gimme the check I'ma do it then bounce
Drove off in a Buick as true as it sounds
CyHi pull up in the trap with them bags
Keep somethin' on me to shoot at a clown
I'll come back movin' around
They said I needed a buzz in the street
I said, "Damn, y'all shoulda told me"
Since I was fifteen I been flood with the tree
Before y'all knew 'bout Meech, I was up in the D
Somewhere on Finkle with drugs in the Jeep
You don't know how it feel when you're cousin a Blood
And you can't call him cousin 'cause bousin is G
Your homies is Crips and you stuck in between
Either you rob or you fuck with them keys
I told my label to sign my release
I'll go back to the block, it ain't nothing to me
So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town
Taking my chance on the road
Told my daughter that I love but I go
Rather go provide then be there and broke
Life or death, the paper bringing us hope
Know these haters want me dead in the dirt
Know they hate when every day is the first
Wore it once about a thousand a shirt
Figure'd I would call a picket and skrrt
Cross me once, they have to view you in church
Niggas tough until that hot one insert
Still got that dope in my sock
Gotta go watch for the cops
Keep it Top Dawg when I flee
Started with one quarter piece
Now we half-million a week
Kick down the door like a Jeep
'Bout twenty years since I sleeped
I brought belief to the Priest
I can sell sand to the beach
Been through the fire
I'ma raise Hell to the Gods
Oddly, I multiply dimes
Small with a circle of mines, I'm (ayy)
So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit, I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town
Lemme tell you 'bout the one time I had a rental
With a half a bag of that Sacramento
Seen cops' lights flash, threw it out the window
Right there cross the street from Allen Temple
Shit, that was my MO 'fore I had a demo
And I had a Pinto but it had the tint though
Then I had a Benzo, now I got a limo
Shit, I always knew a nigga had potential
Blow a bag of indo like a bad Nintendo
If I had your bimbo it was accidental
Now I'm actin nimble 'cause she actin' simple
Back to running circles 'round the A like an "at" symbol
Hamilton Holmes, to Indian Creek
I pray I'm at my home while my enemies creep
So many shots it sound like there's twenty of me
My boy rock a robin like twee-lee-lee-lee
I email my bitches I see-see-see
I told her to meet me at BB&G
Only see me in Georgia, I'm GPTV
So I'm back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
I need seventeen for the split
I need thirty-two for the pound
Goin' back movin' around
Goin' back movin' around
Shit I know who get the money
Ain't like I'm new to the town
(Better have all my cash when I pull up on you niggas)
(Better have all my cash when I pull up on you niggas)
(Better have all my cash-cash, pull up on- pull up on you)
(Have-have, cash-cash, pull up on you niggas)
The song Movin' On by Q.A.S.B. is a lively hip hop song that talks about the artist’s life and experiences as he navigates through the streets of Atlanta. The song highlights various themes with a focus on the trap life, drug dealing, and the struggles one faces when living in neighbourhoods infested with gang-related issues.
The song starts with the artist asking his supplier if he has what he needs, followed by his journey to meet the supplier. He talks about the money he needs to buy the drugs, and he knows his way around town as he has been doing this for a long time. In the second part, CyHi joins the artist on the track and talks about his life experiences growing up in the streets. He talks about his love for drug dealing and how he rose to riches with the business.
The final part of the song talks about the artist's experiences with the police and how he always stays ahead of them. He also boasts about his wealth and how he is not afraid to spend it. Overall, the song portrays the life of people living in the streets, trying to survive and make a living through some illegal means.
Line by Line Meaning
What you need, nigga?
What can I do for you?
Alright, I'm on the way
I'll be there soon
Goin' back movin' around
Returning to my old ways of hustling
I need seventeen for the split
I need $1700 for the half of drugs
I need thirty-two for the pound
I need $3200 for a pound of drugs
Shit, I know who get the money
I know who to go to make a profit
Ain't like I'm new to the town
I'm familiar with this place and these streets
Yesterday I sold my partner a QT
Yesterday I sold my friend a quarter pound of drugs
Fuck it I might just come through with an ounce
I might sell my friend an ounce of drugs
So gimme the check Imma do it then bounce
Give me the money and I'll make the sale and leave
Since I was fifteen I been flood with the tree
I've been selling drugs since I was fifteen years old
Before ya'll knew 'bout me I was up in the D
Before people knew me, I was hustling in Detroit
You don't know how it feel when you're cousin a Blood
You don't understand the pressure of being related to a gang member
And you can't call him cousin 'cause bousin is G
Can't even call him cousin because he's a gang member
Either you are or you fuck with them keys
You're either in the gang or selling drugs
I told my label to sign my release
I asked my record label to release me from my contract
I'll go back to the block it ain't nothing to me
I'll go back to hustling on the streets without any hesitation
Taking my chance on the road
Taking a risk to make money on the road
Told my daughter that I love but I go
Telling my daughter that I love her before leaving to make money
Rather go provide then be there and broke
I'd rather make money to provide for my family than be broke
Life or death, the paper bringing us hope
Money is the only hope for survival
Know these haters want me dead in the dirt
Knowing that there are enemies that want me dead
Wore it once about a thousand a shirt
I wore an expensive shirt at least once
Shit, I always knew a nigga had potential
I always knew I had the potential to succeed
Blow a bag of indo like a bad Nintendo
I smoke a lot of marijuana
If I had your bimbo it was accidental
If I slept with your woman, it was unintentional
Back to running circles round the A like an "at" symbol
Returning to hustling in Atlanta
Better have all my cash when I pull up on you niggas
Make sure you have all the money for the drugs when I come to you
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Cydel Young, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Girvan Henry, K, Michael Davis, Rachel Mills, Marcus Byrd, Joshua Scruggs
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