[Intro]
(Yarri)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Multi-million-dollar n***a, stood on business, 'bout to suit up
I dropped thirty every shoot out, gon' tear the roof out
Got my paperwork, read it twice, lil' n***a, who hot?
Politickin' in the feds, did some time for a lil' oohwop
Baby mama said I'm crazy, son think I'm the shit
I went platinum in the streets, was wrappin' bricks, this bitch a hit
Half a book of yams full of flakes, look like grits
You ain't never shot no blick, the only thing you bust is wrist
Pill-poppin' demon, syrup-sippin' goon
Yeah, I don't make music for the rappers, I make luxury chopper music
Rainin' off the shrooms, got her pussy poppin' to it
40 in my Nike hoodie, countin' blues off them Roxies movin'
Jump on 75-South, three hours max
To Ohio just to sell whole zips of ice and double back
Hundred jars of pills, different colors, triple stacks
Told lil' bro to get some map, bitch, how you rollin' on them flats?
Got two choppers by the pedal, Dese' in my waistline
Keep it movin', heard them pussy n***as tellin' through the grapevine
Dog shit every day, wan' go to war, they put some pape' down
Stack of Forgis on the Maybach 62, I call it 8 Mile

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Babyface Ray]
Hmm, ooh, motion
Motion
We havin' motion (Fuck a n***a talkin' 'bout? Mob)
Ooh, motion
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I want all blue hundreds (Blue), pink fifties (Fft)
I told her, "Fuck me, girl don't kiss me," ain't that type of n***a (For real)
I'll give you thirty every head you wipe out the picture (Man, fuck them n***as)
Me and G blowin' bags, we the 76ers (Me and GT)
Ayy, you the type to switch your face up for a picture, a gangster image (Haha)
And these the n***as that I hate 'cause I be with some killers (I hate these n***as)
Clean laugh, you gettin' money, n***a play, then it get serious (Real)
Gettin' that check exposin' n***as, once they get it, they get weird (They get weird)
Told security, got 'em ropin' off the section, can't get near me (Nah)
I'm performin', I got bitches in my section gettin' litty (Gettin' litty)
I took a ten to Ace of Spades just to blow like what's the diddy? (Blow the bag)
We the first ones with some motion, Motion Gang, ask them n***as, naw for real (Ask them n***as)

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Huh, yeah, motion (On God)
Motion
Uh, we havin' motion
Ooh, motion, bitch