Diddy, Bryson Tiller, Ashanti & Yung Miami – Gotta Move On (Queens Remix) Lyrics

Diddy, Bryson Tiller, Ashanti & Yung Diddy – Gotta Move On (Queens Remix) Lyrics

Gotta Move On (Queens Remix) Lyrics by Diddy, Bryson Tiller, Ashanti & Yung Miami

For the Queens Remix, Diddy recruits his alleged girlfriend, Yung Miami, and Ashanti. The latter one is throwing shots at Irv Gotti

[Intro: Diddy]
I can feel it, love is in the air tonight
Move on
Woo, come on
And we’ve been waitin’ for this moment
All our lives
Move on (Let’s go)
Move on
[0:20?] onto here (This is)
Ayo, turn it up (The queen remix)
Let’s go (Uh-huh), run rounds let’s go (Yeah)
Get to the bag (Yeah), where that money at?
Get to the bag (Yo), where that money at?
Get to the bag (Yeah), where that money at?
Get to the bag (Yeah), where that money at?
Let’s go

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Diddy]
She don’t want my love (Come on), I guess I gotta move on (Love Records)
Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Ayy, y’all like the way this sounds? Stay in the frequency)
Oh but, if she don’t want my love (And ladies, report to the dancefloor), I guess I gotta move on (Report to the dancefloor, the frequency is here)
Oh yeah, oh no (Caresha, talk to ’em)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami & Diddy]
Step one, I can’t stress me a nigga (Yeah)
Forty-point necklace, I could buy me a nigga (That’s right)
DeLeón sippin’ but my new nigga richer (Facts)
He hit like this tequila, I could feel him in my liver (Take that)
He ain’t movin’ on, he ain’t had enough of me (Nah)
Half a million on a shoppin’ spree ain’t enough for me (Go)
Ex nigga think I’m trippin’
Hot tub on a yacht, only time I’m trippin’ (Let’s go)
Concierge and the butlers, how I’m livin’ (Come on)
We just went missin’ (Ow), Dior Christian (Everything expensive)
He on my body real bad (Real bad)
Too fly, bitch, I ain’t never jet lag (Come on)
Hop on this PJ, his other hoes mad (Haha, chill)
Caresha, please, he love it when I brag (Love it when you brag, don’t stop)

[Bridge: Diddy, Bryson Tiller & Ashanti]
Ayo, this is the remix (She don’t want my love)
Ayo, Ashanti
Get in my bag, stay in my bag, baby, I tried (Talk to ’em, come on)

[Verse 2: Ashanti, Diddy, Ashanti & Diddy]
You know I tried to warn you, baby (Come on)
If I put this on you, it drive you crazy, yeah (Ashanti)
I was loyal, why would you betray me? (Come on)
All you tried to do is fuck me and play me, yeah (This for the ladies)
And it get so frustratin’, yeah
You be playin’ all these games and I ain’t got time
You be out here like these niggas (Come on) ain’t crazy ’bout mine
Like I could make a call and have ’em pull up on site
You know that you could have it on the weekends (Come on)
Now you mad ’cause I told you I was leavin’ (Let’s go)
Nigga, I’m gone, nigga, I’m done, nigga, move on (Ooh-wee)
I’m finished with your shit, had your little dick
It’s givin’, “Obsessed,” it’s givin’, “You stressed,” it’s givin’, “You pressed”
It’s givin’, “This nigga missin’ the best” (Let’s go)
But it’s been twenty years, nigga, please, say less
We can see all your tears while you beatin’ on your chest (Ladies, sing it)
Got a new man (New man), yeah, you got move on (Oh, oh)
Yeah, I got a new agenda with someone you probably know (Let’s go, let’s, what?)
And you know I ain’t wrong, yeah, I had to move on
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, come on)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Diddy]
Said she (Let’s go)
If she don’t want my love (Come on), I’m guessin’ I gotta move on, oh, yeah (That’s right)
I guess, I guess, I guess, I came a little too strong, I guess (Take that)
She don’t want my love (As we proceed to give you what you need), I guess I gotta move on (This is the remix)
I guess (The frequency is back), don’t wanna waste your time but (Yo, check this out), yeah
I guess I gotta move on, I guess (Listen to me, come on)

[Outro: Diddy & Bryson Tiller]
Somebody shine a light on ’em (Yeah)
Shine a light on ’em (Come on)
Somebody shine a light on ’em
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Shine a light on ’em, oh, yeah)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag, yeah (Hold up, yeah)
We goin’ up, we goin’ live (Come on)
Can’t stop, won’t stop, told y’all, uh (Let’s go)
See me pull up, no problem (Yeah)
I can never, ever be no one option (Come on)
Pull up on me but no blogs (No blogs)
Now you wanna say you wanna talk (You wanna talk?)
Now you wanna say you wanna talk (You wanna talk?)
Now you wanna say you wanna, let’s go
Stay in your bag, stay in your bag (She don’t want my love and I won’t be the one who run)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Ayo, the frequency is back)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Ooh, yeah)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag
Love Records