Testo: Stones. Other. Come On.

Intro:

move that, move that, move that, move that,
move that, move that, move that, move that,
move that, move that, move that, move that,
uhhh!, chea!
do that, do that, do that, do that,
do that, do that, do that, do that,
show them it aint nothing to that,
uhhh! chea! Okay Okay O!

Verse 1:

Stones up in this bitch we gon party tonight
mix that hen dog with hypnotiqs tonight (yea)
if shorty look nice I'm treating her right
the taking her to the crib and I'm laying the pipe
forget the chit chat ma if you aint no dime and sex aint on your mind then you wasting my time miss
you aint the only attracted to diamonds
my wrist 'll blind 'em and I don't owe it to rhyming (naw)
fall-back you'll never catch me resigning
from this pimp game and you bets remember my name
cause I don't dedicate to no chick
the only time that marrys on my mind is round December 25th (merry christmas!)
come through in that black coupe tinted up
dj turn it up what be my name s.t.
I'm bout to change the prospect of the game
and I think I'm bout to change your last name
I'm just playing

Chorus:

Whoo! Come on!
Whoo! Come on!
Whoo! Come on!
Whoo! Come on!
move that, move that, move that, move that,
move that, move that, move that, move that,
uhhh!, chea!

Verse 2:

Stones up in this bitch
you see the chrome on the whip
rolex iced out
rocks the color of piss
I got the fifth clutched to my hip
if niggas try to flip
I back out spray a clip then I'm back to the bricks (blow0
find me low-key counting up chips
in the other hand a bottle of chris
shorty drunk off a couple of sips
I got the skunk so I'm rolling a spliff
let mami hit now she doing the twist
me and chas tag teaming this bitch
she doing tricks with my dick on her lips
all type of shit
back flips, dips, while I'm holding her hips
I'm like it can't be the chris that got her moving like this (naw)
dropped her off
told her she'll truly be missed
but that's just the G so we could do it again
next time call up a friend that's down for whatever
but if my girls ask we was never together

Chorus 1x

Verse 3:

Stones up in this bitch we gon party tonight
I know a couple chicks that's rowdy tonight
ready to ride it right for bacardi on ice a lil whisper in her ear 'll get her up out her gear yeah
all I wanna do is have fun but still we got every gun that's under the sun
incase your man act up, he get snatched up, smacked up
then thrown in the back of the club
you know how niggas act in the club
niggas take a couple shot's and straight spazz in the club
like they can't get clapped in the club
remember this
I'm the only nigga in here with the fifth on my hip
let em know
cause ya got checked at the door
while I came through beeping off and went straight to the bar
and we got more gacs in the trunk of the car incase a nigga wanna get it cracking in the garage

Chrous 1x

Outro

move that, move that, move that, move that,
move that, move that, move that, move that,
move that, move that, move that, move that,
uhhh!, chea!
do that, do that, do that, do that,
do that, do that, do that, do that,
show them it aint nothing to that,
uhhh! chea! Okay Okay O!

(Thanks to Jay for these lyrics)