Letras

Ahaha Ay, put the volume up Alright, good, whoa, ay Yuh Ay, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome One bite, two bite, now I'm on the moon Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room Ay, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones (Ay) Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome (Yuh) One bite, two bite, now I'm on the moon Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room, ay, whoa (Hold up) Hold up, hold up, ay Press the pause on my life then I hit resume (Resume) Yellow car, foreign car, in a Bentley coupe Ice on my wrist, lemonade, sweet juice (Juice) Fly to the sky, stretch wings like a bird Head to the moon, land safe on the dirt (Yuh) Rest in peace you niggas, put you on a fuckin' shirt (Haha) I be in my mansion drinkin' ginseng tea (Ah) Pink, yellow diamonds comin' out the Fiji Sea Bad bitch, dragon tattoos on her ass She gon' love me for whatever 'cause I got the cash Ricky Martin-esque, bitches love my fashion Pull up to yo' blood's crib Ask him "What's brackin'?" (What's brackin'?) I want all my net while I'm drinkin' fuckin' Sprite (Ah) Don't mix it with no ice 'cause I don't like, nah I remember when I was a kid, ridin' bikes (Ay) Now I'm drivin', windows low, cups full of ice (Who dat?) Lookin' at the sky, whoa, diamonds shinin' bright (Bright) Ballin' on these niggas, now they call me head coach (Coach) Steppin' on these niggas, now they is a fuckin' roach (Ugh) Fuck on yo' bitch, dick cheese, nachos (Ay) Need my bag quick, ASAP, pronto (Hahaha) Ay, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones (Yuh) Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome One bite, two bite, now I'm on the moon Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room Ay, Samsung, Motorola, switch different phones (Ay) Big choppa', small choppa', aimin' at your dome One bite, two bite, now I'm on the moon Back to the earth, chillin' in my space room, ay, whoa
Writer(s): Edy Edouard, Kyle Junior Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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