Thangs Movin Slow lyrics

Yeah, attic crew, attic crew and cooley c my nigga
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its attic crew and cooley c my nigga
Yeah, youngbloodz, youngbloodz and cooley c my nigga
Um, mark twayne

Now its time to let yall nigga know about me
Oh I can get mo money, mo money, dont come to me
And everything I say that be on the blow
Rap for the love of money, stack it up once mo
Going once, going twice, got the o for the low
Got my cheese in the soil, tryin to make my flow grow
Hell no, never fall off
Slip pimpin, you can get it hard or get it soft
All day, round the clock tryin to get it in
I aint worried bout the rich, cause Im in the wind
All I got is my folks, lord forgive me for my sins
And if this aint for me, please make me thank again
Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws
Let me recognize the game, and all the flaws
While Im out here, please let me come up
And watch my every step so I dont have to duck
Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck?
Hit me on the hill nigga, Im a sack it up
Rabbit on my head all day for good luck
On the hustle everyday, but who really gives a fuck

Hook

So what you got, when you aint got nothing to show
Thangs movin slow, cant get your hands on no blow
Aint got no flow, naw, need some quick cash
If hustlin is the answer nigga, get up off your ass

I walk about the crib, with my mind on the dough
Been hustlin these verses, aint got a damn thang to show
I keep my head up, because I feel its bout to pop
Done heard about a deal going down at the dock
Critics say it dont stop, til you get it and its gone
Its all about the fett, set it off, get it crunk
You catch me on the corner, Ill be buddy with the sacks
Off in the studio it be twayne with