"The Moon" lyrics
Haha, niggas' crazy, yeah, yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Know we an army in this bitch, man (Yeah)
They like, "How you doin'?" (How you doin'?)
Got racks when I flew in (When I flew in)
Outside with the gang, I'm tryna put that crew in (Tryna put that crew in)
Bands coming, made my bitch go count it up (Whoa, whoa, bands coming)
Ten K for a stunt, what the fuck I made this month? (Whoa, whoa, what the fuck I made this month?)
I wanna show you what it's like to be the studio for a month (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna show you what it's like to put 3.5 up in yo' blunt (Put 3.5 up in yo' blunt)
Just be patient (Just be patient)
Run it up, count yo' paper (Count yo' paper)
We don't give a fuck, they ain't make us (They ain't make us)
God made me (Yeah, yeah)
They tried to hate on me (They tried to hate on me)
They tried to take it all away from me (Tried to take it all away from me)
I'm ballin' on 'em with no brass on me (I'm ballin' on 'em with no brass on me)
My pockets fatter than your big homie (My pockets fatter than your big homie)
And you know I keep a 'K on me (And you know I keep a 'K on me)
And I shoot it in your face if you ever try to take from me (Bah, bah)
And if I'm in a shootout, then you better pray for me (Then you better pray for me)
Not because I'm finna lose, pray for the case on me (Pray for the case on me)
'Cause they gon' try to come and pin this murder case on me (Pin this murder case on me)
Yeah (Yeah), and I don't know what I'ma do (Yeah)
'Cause I was never good in school, so I ain't thinkin' nothin' through (Thinkin' nothin' through, damn)
That's why I'm always on the move, that's why I'm higher than the moon
Everything I say true (Goddamn)
You always gotta be prepared, that's why I keep a blunt and a tool (Goddamn)
And you know I keep a pair 'cause my bitches like other bitches too (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shawty said I'm a rude boy, when I lay it down, it's rude (Yeah-yeah)
Back to the bullshit, so you know I'm hungry again (Hungry again)
Uh, I think that I wanna go solo 'cause I'm independent again (Independent again)
And, shawty, I don't wanna fuck you if you is not bringing a friend (Bringing a friend)
I'm whippin' that ho like a Hellcat, but I just be up in this Benz (I just be up in this Benz)
Hold up, I gotta pull my jeans up (Pour it up)
I'm hungry again, again (Pour it up)
I'm independent again, again (Know we an army in this bitch, man)
I'm hungry again, yeah (Whoa, whoa)
I told 'em I'm hungry again, yeah (Whoa, whoa)
They like, "How you doin'?" (How you doin'?)
Got racks when I flew in (When I flew in)
Outside with the gang, I'm tryna put that crew in (Tryna put that crew in)
Bands coming, made my bitch go count it up (Whoa, whoa, bands coming)
Ten K for a stunt, what the fuck I made this month? (Whoa, whoa, what the fuck I made this month?)
I wanna show you what it's like to be the studio for a month (Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna show you what it's like to put 3.5 up in yo' blunt (Put 3.5 up in yo' blunt)
Just be patient (Just be patient, just be patient)
Run it up, count yo' paper (Count yo' paper, count yo' paper)
We don't give a fuck, they ain't make us (They ain't make us)
God made me
Know we an army in this bitch, man (Yeah)
They like, "How you doin'?" (How you doin'?)
Got racks when I flew in (When I flew in)
Outside with the gang, I'm tryna put that crew in (Tryna put that crew in)
Bands coming, made my bitch go count it up (Whoa, whoa, bands coming)
Ten K for a stunt, what the fuck I made this month? (Whoa, whoa, what the fuck I made this month?)
I wanna show you what it's like to be the studio for a month (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna show you what it's like to put 3.5 up in yo' blunt (Put 3.5 up in yo' blunt)
Just be patient (Just be patient)
Run it up, count yo' paper (Count yo' paper)
We don't give a fuck, they ain't make us (They ain't make us)
God made me (Yeah, yeah)
They tried to hate on me (They tried to hate on me)
They tried to take it all away from me (Tried to take it all away from me)
I'm ballin' on 'em with no brass on me (I'm ballin' on 'em with no brass on me)
My pockets fatter than your big homie (My pockets fatter than your big homie)
And you know I keep a 'K on me (And you know I keep a 'K on me)
And I shoot it in your face if you ever try to take from me (Bah, bah)
And if I'm in a shootout, then you better pray for me (Then you better pray for me)
Not because I'm finna lose, pray for the case on me (Pray for the case on me)
'Cause they gon' try to come and pin this murder case on me (Pin this murder case on me)
Yeah (Yeah), and I don't know what I'ma do (Yeah)
'Cause I was never good in school, so I ain't thinkin' nothin' through (Thinkin' nothin' through, damn)
That's why I'm always on the move, that's why I'm higher than the moon
Everything I say true (Goddamn)
You always gotta be prepared, that's why I keep a blunt and a tool (Goddamn)
And you know I keep a pair 'cause my bitches like other bitches too (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shawty said I'm a rude boy, when I lay it down, it's rude (Yeah-yeah)
Back to the bullshit, so you know I'm hungry again (Hungry again)
Uh, I think that I wanna go solo 'cause I'm independent again (Independent again)
And, shawty, I don't wanna fuck you if you is not bringing a friend (Bringing a friend)
I'm whippin' that ho like a Hellcat, but I just be up in this Benz (I just be up in this Benz)
Hold up, I gotta pull my jeans up (Pour it up)
I'm hungry again, again (Pour it up)
I'm independent again, again (Know we an army in this bitch, man)
I'm hungry again, yeah (Whoa, whoa)
I told 'em I'm hungry again, yeah (Whoa, whoa)
They like, "How you doin'?" (How you doin'?)
Got racks when I flew in (When I flew in)
Outside with the gang, I'm tryna put that crew in (Tryna put that crew in)
Bands coming, made my bitch go count it up (Whoa, whoa, bands coming)
Ten K for a stunt, what the fuck I made this month? (Whoa, whoa, what the fuck I made this month?)
I wanna show you what it's like to be the studio for a month (Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna show you what it's like to put 3.5 up in yo' blunt (Put 3.5 up in yo' blunt)
Just be patient (Just be patient, just be patient)
Run it up, count yo' paper (Count yo' paper, count yo' paper)
We don't give a fuck, they ain't make us (They ain't make us)
God made me
Writer(s): Dominic Paoletti
