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Moxy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Moxy was released on June 12, 2025 by Sunset Paradise Music Group as a part of the album PLAYERPUnk!
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Release DateJune 12, 2025
LabelSunset Paradise Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pryce Watkins
Pryce Watkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pryce Watkins
Pryce Watkins
Songwriter
Zeke martinez
Zeke martinez
Composer

Lyrics

Yeah, white on white, yeah
Woah, white on white, this not no rental
I just—damn
He did some lame shit, we can't forgive him
Uh, turn me up a little, yeah, yeah, just a little
Fucked on her, she caught the rhythm
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't be no second fiddle
Guess who got that dog in him?
Stack that money to the ceiling
She know I'm a born sinner
She know I got eyes for her, hoes out in California
Meet me at the Moxy, baby, I'ma drop a couple hundred
She told me to leave it in
But baby, I ain't no sperm donor
They could never son a ****
No, I ain't got no big homie
This shit came with benefits, I said it'd be a long summer
Racking up them SkyMiles, stepped out in them Yeezy runners
Go, go, go
Go, go, go, troubled boy
Some shit I just can't avoid
I might have to fucking do it
Damn, hoes in that black truck go crazy
Keep a ten around me, it's entertaining
In this bitch, I got a 99 rating
Might fuck up on his bitch if he start hating, yeah
We going Mach 10, we got options
Yeah, I'm out my body, they better call somebody
Huh, yeah, huh, random shopping spree, what you want?
Girl, I'm an anomaly, yeah, I'm all alone
Damn, I just dropped my hoe, I'm tryna take you home
Vetements on my body like I'm walking in Milan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just booked my flight, damn, I love my life
I'll tell you the truth, and I'll tell a lie
Birthday on the ninth, know what's on my mind
Know I'm on that time, know it's on the line
Fuck it, we could run it up, fuck it, we could swipe
I just dipped off in the foreign for some peace of mind
She know half my life, I ain't living right
And these bitches get to choosing, I might have to bite
I'ma have to see it through, I might take your advice
I could never be a fool, nah, it can't fly
I be hearing what they saying through the grapevine, woah
Out of my body, better call somebody
She been acting naughty, she not law-abiding
She tryna run my pockets, I can't beef about it
I gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody
Yeah woah, white on white, this not no rental
I just—damn
He did some lame shit, we can't forgive him
Uh, turn me up a little, yeah, yeah, just a little
Fucked on her, she caught the rhythm
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't be no second fiddle
Guess who got that dog in him?
Stack that money to the ceiling
She know I'm a born sinner
She know I got eyes for her, hoes out in California
Meet me at the Moxy, baby, I'ma drop a couple hundred
She told me to leave it in
But baby, I ain't no sperm donor
They could never son a ****
No, I ain't got no big homie
This shit came with benefits, I said it'd be a long summer
Racking up them SkyMiles, stepped out in them Yeezy runners
Yeah, that's cool
That's cool, that's smooth
Written by: Pryce Watkins, Zeke martinez
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