Slide Over

Move over, move over, you better, you better

Slide over, slide over, you better, you better

Move over, move over, you better, you better

Slide over, slide over, you better, you better

I know I know you hate to see me win (see me win)

Why you so focused on me

All I'm thinking 'bout is these Benjamin's, private flights

Hopping out the Benz with the top down

What we spend, you can't imagine we get this guap now

Cars right off the lot now

Seen you tryna holla at my chick, your heart got shot down

You see the way I'm flexing this dough

You wanna get up in my section but no

You can't get too close

Move over, move over, you better, you better

Slide over, slide over, you better, you better

Move over, move over, you better, you better

Slide over, slide over, you better, you better

I said you hatin' on the low

You must of got me all wrong

Not worried 'bout you, my money long

You mad I'm up and you (whoa-oh-oh-ohh)

Just wastin' your time, tryna hate on my shine

You got me all on your mind

I got money on the line

Ch-ch-chop off the roof when I'm right in the coupe

Just to see you eye to eye, show you how I'm up in life

Whoa-oh-oh-ohh

We're speeding past you like I'm running lights

It make you cold hearted when you see me you not in sight

And you called me your bro

Then you still be doin' shit against the code

You can't get too close

Move over, move over, you better, you better

Slide over, slide over, you better, you better

Move over, move over, you better, you better

Slide over, slide over, you better, you better

I said you hatin' on the low

You must of got me all wrong

Not worried 'bout you, my money long

You mad I'm up and you whoa-oh-oh-ohh

You could've got your shit together

Whoa-oh-oh-ohh

Instead you just mad I'm doing better

Boop, boop

Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah), yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah)

Pizzle (pizzle), yeah

I was the boss when I got here (boss when I got here)

Now I'm god tier (now I'm god tier)

Lot of niggas came with me (came with me)

Now they not here (uh)

Chayo Nash, the king of last solar flare, now it's hot here (hot here), uh

Hella fast, she got hella ass, I got hella cash

I don't care if I stop here, yeah (oh yeah)

Ooh, I see you hatin' on the low (on the low)

We was on the same team, what you waitin' for-or-or, ooh

Now you actin' like a hoe, ooh

I'm not gonna miss you this time

I got beef, I can leave you in the streets

Now you can't eat off of me

And I won't lose any sleep

You were my bro

Now you out there sittin' in the cold

Time to move on now

I said you hatin' on the low

You must of got me on roll

Not worried 'bout you, my money long

You mad I'm up and you whoa-oh-oh-ohh

You could've got your shit together

Whoa-oh-oh-ohh

Instead you just mad I'm doing better

Whoa-oh-oh-ohh (Move over, move over, you better, you better)

You could've got your shit together (slide over, slide over)

(You better, you better)

Whoa-oh-oh-ohh (Move over, move over, you better, you better)

Instead you just mad I'm doing better (slide over, slide over)

(You better, you better)