Rittz ft. E-40, Mike Posner - Inside of the Groove Lyrics

Ain't I so smooth
I know that you like the way I move
When the clock strikes two
I'm gon' have you inside of the groove
Inside of the groove

Tatted up with my jewelry on, my shoes looking so brand new
Stunting like mom and pop, matching all my clothes
Being broke 'cause I know can't do
And I so can't lose
My team stay winnin' we can have any girl we can choose
We in the ATL but
We be partying like we in Cancun
Double shots of the Avion with no lime to chase
'Bout to bite the slate clean and ride the wave
I gotta diamond bracelet, designer shades
Suede retro nines, look behind the drapes
When neighbors sleep we was geeked up wide awake
We making money when the clock strikes two
And the kids say Rittz I wish I was like you, ooh

Ain't I so smooth
I know that you like the way I move
When the clock strikes two
I'm gon' have you inside of the groove

Pullin' up in my slab
I'm the man with the bag
I don't rap, I trap
But I look like I rap
Me and good dudes cool
Me and fake dudes ain't
I play by the rules
A fuck boy I ain't
I ain't with that old sucker shit
Gettin' money is all that I'm familiar with
Diamond clusters all on my fist
Rolex watch cost 46, thousand
Used to be broke, now I'm a cash cow
I'm the plug, got the juug and my pack loud
Hella love in my hood smokin' Black n' Mild
Bitch motherfucker I'm smooth

I know that you like the way I move
When the clock strikes two
I'm gon' have you inside of the groove

I made a bunch of mil, I'm about to celebrate
I prolly should be rockin' somethin' tailor made
They wishin' I would stop but I accelerate
I got a bottle with some molly in the cellophane
Some purple liquid in my cup, no Welch's grape
I got a couple more notches in my belt to make
I gave that bitch my number
I ain't sittin' around waitin' for my cell to ring
And that's a lost cause
Our squad
Messin' up the room leavin' drawers, bras
Layin' on the floor, leaving' bars, straws
Layin' on the table by the vase, y'all
Lookin' at me like you seen a star
When I pull up in my car everybody like whooo
Rittz up in this bitch and I'm like true

Ain't I so smooth
I know that you like the way I move
When the clock strikes two
I'm gon' have you inside of the groove