Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I

Look around, look around, look around All around, all around, all around Move it ah gotta get ya, wanna getcha Move it ah gotta get ya, gonna getcha It's emotional and I told you so But you had to know so I told you All around, oh yeah When I'm feeling

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly I gotta let you know the move (South Side) Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird Oh my God, I just can feel the love Drop top with the windows up Ya' know? (South Side) I'm gonna take you on a

Fire your guns Yeah, you want some fun She got eyes of blue, body curves You gotta fire your guns Wild beast, I'll make you mine Taste your kiss, sweet lips divine She got moves, drips of sweat 'n legs that'll break your nerves

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

I gotta be, gotta be, gotta gotta be me! March to the beat C'mon you need to see that I gotta be me You let 'em move those feet and they'll set you free I march to the beat gonna do my thang C'mon and feel this beat cause I gotta be me (ba da da dum dum

Mountains, mountains I move mountains (sing) So what we gotta lose? What we gotta move? I can see it through Like a prophet (sing, sing) What we gotta lose? What we gotta move? I'd do anything for you Anything to move Move mountains

Into the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You pack your bags

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

Money for nothin' chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV's That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free (I want my,