Move B***h - Ludacris, Mystikal, I-20

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Oh no!

The fight's out

I'm 'bout to punch your lights out

Get the fuck back, guard your grill

There's something wrong, we can't stay still

I've been dranking and busting too

And I been thanking of busting you

Upside your motherfuckin' forehead

And if your friends jump in (Aw, girl!), they'll be mo' dead

Causing confusion, Disturbin' Tha Peace

It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets

So, bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers

Is there a bumper on your ass?

(No, nigga!)

I'm doing a hundred on the highway

So, if you do the speed limit, get the fuck out of my way!

I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober

And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Here I come, here I go

Uh oh, don't jump bitch: move!

You see them headlights?

You hear that fuckin' crowd?

Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through

Hit the stage and knock the curtains down

I fuck the crowd up — that's what I do

Young and successful — a sex symbol

Now bitches want me to fuck 'em — true, true

Hold up, wait up, shorty

Oh what's up, getting my dick sucked, what are you doing?

Besides minding my fuckin' business

Trying to get my paper, child support suing

Give me that truck and take that rental back

Who bought these fucking TV's and the jewelry bitch, tell me that

No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck

But I'ma tell you like this bitch

You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

2-0, I'm on the right track

Beef, got the right mack

Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back

We buying bars out, showing scars out

We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out

Grab the pills 'cause we popping tonight

Beat the shit outta of security for stopping the fight

I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris

I'm selling shit up in the club like I work in that bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas

We on the dance floor, throwing bows, beating up niggas

I'm from the Dec', try to disrespect D.T.P.

And watch the bottles start flying from the V.I.P.

Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body

Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party

So move bitch, get out the way ho

All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way

Move, bitch!

Get out the way

Get out the way, bitch, get out the way