Lyrics:

Go, go to the moon!
Outside with my niggas we doin' the most
Grams on the table, yeah, I been gone
At the base and Shawty she tryna bend it over
Keep steady, I told 'em I'm on one
Why you tryna make me be the bad guy?
Why you tellin' people that? Bitch you a damn lie
Pop me a X, young nigga feelin' paralyzed
We on go, can't stop, fuck a red light
I throw a hunnid fifty for the nails
I might put a bad bitch in Chanel
I pull back when the shit feel real
She want the molly, she want the pills
I throw a hunnid fifty for the nails
I might put a bad bitch in Chanel
I pull back when the shit feel real
She want the molly, she want the pills
We gon' have to see how this shit pan out
Young nigga tryna keep it lowkey, I can't stand out
But I got money bands on me when I walk out
It's fuck you, stand on it, I don't give a fuck now
Fuck-you-money, ice on me with a bussdown
Whole gang goin' crazy when I touchdown
Just me and you in the bed be goin' down
Off that liquor, she tryna get knocked down
Roll it up, roll it up
Niggas talk 'bout the kid like they knowin' some
She hop on the dick, my leg goin' numb
Yeah, she hop on the dick that bih goin' dumb
Yeah, we got drums and sticks in the back
Yeah, my young niggas loaded
Put the team on my back and I told 'em a nigga ain't foldin'
I throw a hunnid fifty for the nails
I might put a bad bitch in Chanel
I pull back when the shit feel real
She want the molly, she want the pills
I throw a hunnid fifty for the nails
I might put a bad bitch in Chanel
I pull back when the shit feel real
She want the molly, she want the pills
(She want the molly, she want the pills)